My church is not far from here,
in a bamboo grove down by the water falling.
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I speculated last time on why Hewitt’s early life poems struck a chord with me.
On one of these days
when it is not the wind
that is whispering softly my name
We’re endebted to our friend Irene Saunders who posted this poem on Guestbook. Just thought it deserved upgrading to Frontpage!
Thoughts go home unbidden
When we’re somewhere far away ………
Hello there Banjo! And what’s the craic?
I hope they’ve all made you welcome back?
Dark Narrow Water your secrets you hold
Though the days are long gone since your knights were so bold
Yet your name’s still remembered when tales they are told
Of you and the lovely Lassara.
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?