“She took the sea with herNot beaches but the greyrelentless Irish sea,its rhythm and the crying gulls.”
“First, a poem must be magical,then musical as a sea-gull.”
“The Irish move to the sound of the guns like salmon to the sea”
“A fragrant breeze wandered up from the quiet sea, trailed along the beach, and drifted back to the sea again, wondering where to go next. On a mad impulse it went up to the beach again. It drifted back to sea.”
“England was alive, throbbing through all her estuaries, crying for joy through the mouths of all her gulls, and the north wind, with contrary motion, blew stronger against her rising seas.”
“For an Irish-Catholic boy with a nudity hang-up, it was an island of terrible freedom in a sea of "No.”