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    <title>Hewitt006</title>
    <Collections>The Mortal Place</Collections>
    <Contributor>John Hewitt Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1986</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Wednesday, March 16, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>Hewitt006</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Manuscript</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>Roe Street, Coppers, Manor Street</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
    <Path>https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hewitt006</Path>
    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
    <Relation>Linen Hall Library</Relation>
    <Rights>Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA</Rights>
    <Scannedimage>https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hewitt006_0.jpg</Scannedimage>
    <Source>LHL Archive</Source>
    <Transcript>﻿whose names I still remember, druggist, grocer,
confectioner, baker, draper, by their wares.
From Dangle Street to Roe Street windows blazed
with sight&#039;s delight, with treasures pence could buy
when you had coppers, or on bidden errand,
each character with individual focus
dwindling at each end with strangers&#039; houses

Now just last week a taximan who lived
in Manor Street was gunned remorselessly,
and in between the streets,
Roe Street and Avonbeg, a wall&#039;s being raised
to hold the tribes apart. For in recent years
there&#039;s been a drift of folk from distant places
for kinships, friendships, comfort, security;
to paraphrase those words of Baudelaire
a town&#039;s more mortal than a people&#039;s fears. 
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