About the poet
Ciaran Carson (1948 - 2019) was the author of nine books of poetry and four prose works, and the...
I fear the vast dimensions of eternity.
I fear the gap between the platform and the train.
I fear the onset of a murderous campaign.
I fear the palpitations caused by too much tea.
I fear the drawn pistol of a rapparee.
I fear the books will not survive the acid rain.
I fear the ruler and the blackboard and the cane.
I fear the Jabberwock, whatever it might be.
I fear the bad decisions of a referee.
I fear the only recourse is to plead insane.
I fear the implications of a lawyer's fee.
I fear the gremlins that have colonized my brain.
I fear to read the small print of the guarantee.
And what else do I fear? Let me begin again.
from The Twelfth of Never (Gallery Press/Wake Forest University Press, 1986), copyright © Ciaran Carson 1998 used by permission of the author and publishers
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