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.
Wild Swans at Coole
Poems
In Memory of Mother
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
Let Erin Remember
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’ !!
Oft in the Stilly Night
We scarcely ever hear
‘which art in heaven’ …
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.
Sixties Songs
We were teenagers in the Sixties ….
Saturday night at The Hop
We’d dance till early morn ..
I still can hear the music ..
I remember every song …..
Fairy Music
There’s them that’s afeard of the fairies
Aye – right up to this present day –
Sure the stories the oul’ folk come over
Can never be let astray!
Tears for Winter Island
It’s entitled, “Tears for Winter Island”.
Tears drench sombre faces
as trees bear summer fruits;
mothers scrimp and save to pay
for dead men’s suits.
Solitude takes hold whilst empty
chairs fill lonely spaces.
Mind Games
This night week, at 8 00 pm in the Carroll Gallery of the Hollywood Arts Centre, our regular contributor Sean Maguire will launch his latest book of poetry.
He has graciously allowed us to print a few selections here on Newry Journal.
This first is called Mind Games.