The combination of thought and sight:
Drift is what they worship here:
on the cast iron shore
the sea is rolling its dice and the heron,
the only bird who cane make flying look difficult,
hauls himself up on a ramp of wind
like a geriatric on his stairlift. (from VIII)
The knotty self-questioning expressed in self-irony: "I test my weakness...
against some idea of fortitude, my impatience
against the stoic or the socialist ideal...
and I'm happy enough to be found wanting,
or would be if I knew what it was I wanted. (from I)
I have bought McGuinness's book Jilted City, which contains these translations, as well as his own poems of exile.