Yet I am charmed
by the hills behind Dublin
those white stone cottages,
grass green as no other green is green,
my mother's peoples, their ways.
(Brian Coffey)
"I am of Ireland
And the Holy Land of Ireland,
and time runs on," cried she.
"Come out of charity
Come dance with me in Ireland."
(W.B. Yeats, traanslation of
early English Poem)
From "The Triads of Ireland"
(9th cent Gaelic translated by Kuno Meyer)
Three things betokening trouble:
Holding plough-land in common;
performing feats together;
alliance in marriage.
Three candles that illuminate every darkness:
truth, nature, knowledge,
Three things that ruin wisdom:
ignorance, inaccurate knowledge, forgetfullness.
The Irish say your trouble is their trouble
and your joy their joy?
I wish I could believe it;
I'm troubled, I'm discontented, I'm Irish.
(Marriane Moore)
Out of Ireland have we come
Great hatred, little room
Maimed us from the start.
I carry from my mother's womb
A fanatic heart.
(W.B. Yeats)
History says, Don't hope
on this side of the grave.
But then, once in a lifetime
the longed for tidal wave
of justice can rise up,
and hope and history rhyme.
(Seamus Heaney)
Three things that ruin wisdom:
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They do seem to go hand in hand to ruin things, don't they? Thank you for stopping by.
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