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It was the height of The Troubles and this particular family was well-known to the RUC for being Republican activists. One policeman – he must have been their Intelligence Officer – decided they might be best advised to take the youngest lad Joe, in for questioning.
This poem’s my opinion,
there’s no scientific proof,
some readers they will disagree,
and say it’s not the truth.
Pools of vomit cling to the frozen ground
A collage of fast food ferments in cheap beer:
‘buy one, get one free’. The tills ring loud and clear.
The writings of Joyce are often thought of as difficult to comprehend – and are thus lost to many.
What could be more simple and touching than this tribute to his father passed on, and the birth of his grandson?
The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky:
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine-and-fifty swans.
Patrick Kavanagh of Monaghan paid tribute to the memory of his mother.
I do not think of you lying in the wet clay
Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see
You walking down a lane among the poplars
On your way to the station, or happily
While I remain on this theme …. And please, I don’t want Jasper and Cloakie at each other’s throats, metaphorically, determined to separately identify .. ‘her faithless sons (who) betrayed her’ !!
We scarcely ever hear
Austin Clarke is a well known and respected Irish writer of the recent past.
Perhaps his lines written on the burial of Dr Douglas Hyde, first Irish President, are appropriate at this time – especially in the light of recent articles posted here on Newry Journal.