[ai] sky [ɪ] bridge [ʌ/ ʊ] lugs [ɒ] from [i:] green [əʊ] stones [e/ eə:] step
[ɑ:] sparkle [ei] May [u:] shoes [ʊə/ u] looked [au] down [æ] caps
[ɔː/ ɔɪ ] wall
May
When
I
looked
down
from
the bridge
Trout
were flipping
the sky
Into smithereens, the stones
Of the wall warmed me.
Wading
green
stems,
lugs
of leaf
That
untangle
and
bruise
(Their tiny gushers of juice)
My toecaps sparkle now
Over the soft fontanel |
Of lreland. I should wear
Hide
shoes,
the hair
next
my
skin,
For
walking
this ground:
Wasn't there a spa-well,
Its
coping
grassy,
pendent?
And
then
the spring
issuing
Right across the tarmac.
I'm
out
to find
that village,
Its
low
sills
fragrant
With
ladysmock
and celandine,
Marshlights
in
the summer
dark.