Gearoid o Criodain 1964 Poem


Twenty clerical students in the Uni Café
Grabbed bottles of milk and pink flowery buns
When she flowed by.
Frank, he of the moist eye and chiseled lips,
Caught my furtive glance.
“Who does she remind you of?” he inquired.
To my perplexion he dismissed
“Of course, Flora in Botticelli’s Primavera .”