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A sense of place
A life in poetry
Derek Mahon’s work is often linked with that of his Northern Irish peers, Seamus Heaney and Michael Longley. But he argues that Belfast’s literary tradition has deeper roots
Nicholas Wroe - Saturday July 22, 2006 - The Guardian
In September 1963 Derek Mahon, Seamus Heaney and Michael Longley visited the County Down grave of [...]
The wishing tree
Kathleen Jamie
I stand neither in the wilderness
not fairyland,
but in the fold
of a green hill,
the tilt from one parish
into another.
To look at me
through a smirr of rain
is to taste the iron
in your own blood;
because I bear
the common currency
of longing each wish.
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Baader Meinhof
Arthur Schopenauer
Everyone takes the limits of his
own vision
for the limits of the world.
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Irish Poetry
Michael Longley
Impasto or washes as a rule:
Tuberous clottings, a muddy
Accumulation, internal rhyme -
Fuchsias droop towards the ground,
The potato and its flower.
Or a continuing drizzle,
Specialization of light,
Bog-water stretched over sand
In small waves, elisions -
The dialect of silence.
Or, sometimes, in combination
Outlining the bent spines,
The anular limbs of creatures -
Lost minerals colouring
The initial letter, the stance.
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Desert Warfare
Michael Longley
Though there are distances between us
I lean across and with my finger
Pick sleep from the corners of her eyes,
Two grain of sand. Could any soldier
Conscripted to such desert warfare
Discern more accurately than I do
The numerous hazards-a high sun,
Repetitive dunes, compasses jamming,
Delirium, death-or dare with me
During the lulls in each bombardment
To address her presence, her [...]
Edna Longley: Poetry and the Peace Process
From “Books and Writings”, ABC Radio National
by Ramona Koval, Sunday 24/07/2005
Summary: After many lifetimes of conflict and intransigence in Northern Ireland, the fragility of the peace process has fostered a language of precariousness. According to Irish critic Edna Longley, the poetry of this period has done more than just passively observe the effects of division, [...]
What are our poets writing about?
The Guardian, Wednesday October 5, 2005
Nature, war - or washing up? As Britain’s top poetry prize is awarded today, John Mullan examines what preoccupies our leading writers
David Harsent has won this year’s Forward prize - but will anyone but academics pay attention?
Who ever made money from poetry? For much of his career, TS Eliot needed [...]
The Second Coming
W. B. Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second [...]
Innocence
Patrick Kavanagh
They laughed at one I loved-
The triangular hill that hung
Under the Big Forth. They said
That I was bounded by the whitethorn hedges
Of the little farm and did not know the world.
But I knew that love’s doorway to life
Is the same doorway everywhere.
Ashamed of what I loved
I flung her from me and called her a [...]
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