Poëzie

Ik ken iemand en die moet niets weten van poëzie. Niéts. Ik anders wel. The Sickbed of Shane MacGowan Cian Ferriter IYou spiked it, slammed it, swilled it, horsed it down,bare-backed the wolfhound through the throngof London’s moshing, mongrel exiles,lost soldiers searching for a soldier’s song.You plucked a feather from the cockerel’s napeand with it …