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Dear Sir Lawrence - Grace Sampson

a homage from an Irish voice(s)

I will not forget that

I was nearing the obelisk

Of Twenty-Two (Fiche Dò), on

The day that your death


Reached us. [even from afar]


‘Ferlinghetti’: a

Significato of many things.


You, the

Creator and the

Aider of many things, and

Many poetic approaches, rebukes

Too - that have come to

Be.


All from the humble

Initiations of San

Francisco, and its beats.

All from a deep desire


To go further. To

Go beyond


something/


Anything.


And no, I will not forget/

What I learn from

Your magnificent voice:

how it

Was Italian, American, and

Portuguese,

All at once.


I won’t put this pen/

Down, not now and not

Soon. No-


It is far too early yet/


I will read ‘Autobiography’

For the next six

days


And nights.


~dreaming of San Francisco.


Bio:

Grace Sampson is a female poet from the South-West of Ireland, aged Twenty-One. She writes, and she studies at the National University of Ireland, Galway. Her work appears in ‘The Galway Review’, and ‘The Lothlorien Poetry Journal’. She is a contributor to a forthcoming book on Thom Gunn.

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