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The Royal Avenue Hotel collapses under the breaker’s pendulum:
Zig-zag stairwells, chimney-flues, and a ‘thirties mural
Of an elegantly-dressed couple doing what seems to be the Tango, in Wedgewood
Blue and white — happy days! Suddenly more sky
Than there used to be. A breeze springs up from nowhere —

There, through a gap in the rubble, a greengrocer’s shop
I’d never noticed until now. Or had I passed it yesterday? Everything —
Yellow, green and purple — is fresh as paint. Rain glistens on the aubergines
And peppers; even from this distance, the potatoes smell of earth.

by Ciaran Carson
The Irish for No (1987)

Ciaran Carson by Manus Carson