Inniskeen Road: July Evening
(Notes to the reader: Inniskeen is in rural Ireland. Alexander Selkirk is the castaway from Daniel Defoe’s Robinson Crusoe.)

The bicycles go by in twos and threes - There's a dance in Billy Brennan's barn to-night, And there's the half-talk code of mysteries And the wink-and-elbow language of delight. Half-past eight and there is not a spot Upon a mile of road, no shadow thrown That might turn out a man or woman, not A footfall tapping secrecies of stone. I have what every poet hates in spite Of all the solemn talk of contemplation. Oh, Alexander Selkirk knew the plight Of being king and government and nation. A road, a mile of kingdom, I am king Of banks and stones and every blooming thing.
This sounds delightful to me, but the poet does not seem to appreciate his current circumstances. What do you think, and why do you like this poem?