Song of the Night Philadephia A composed bass roar an ocean voice Metropolis in the ear soft-thundered among the towers below breaking in a hiss of detail but without wave-rhythm without breath-rhythm exhalation without cease amplified of terrible pressure interrupted by brief blasts and nasal shouts guttural diesels a sky-train waning in a line of thunder. I opened the great atlas on the desk. The atlantic curved on the world. from Song of the Night and other Poems (1978) included in Collected Poems Thomas Kinsella stands apart in modern Irish poetry. His work, employing traditional and modernist elements in individual poems and open sequences, deals in a range of subjects from the most intense and psychic privacy to political satire and social commentary, from love and the enabling feminine to metaphysical speculation in a variety of earthly settings.