I loved it then and still remember <br />the way the city let me wander there, <br />the smelly Liffey and the drollery <br />by colonnade and bridge, establishment and square. <br />Embellished richness, unperturbed by poverty. <br />A true appreciation of Dublin <br />came to me early. Not yet ready <br />for people individually, I had come <br />alone and drawn, to trudge the pavement, <br />wondered at by the lady of the cheap hotel <br />but not wondered at by the old men of the pubs, <br />who had often seen young writers <br />who did not yet know themselves <br />but recognised the city's literary power. <br /> <br /> <br />(1990)<br /><br />Sally Evans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dublin/
