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Poems

Mary O’Malley

Geography Connemara has one language, two tongues. It is knowing everyone’s faults but your own. It is never pulling together except in trouble And then uniting. It is not a brand name. It is a place. It is not a…

Strangeland

David O’Reilly

SCROLLING TEXT “Although Ireland maintained its neutrality throughout the Second World War, over 38,000 Irish citizens contributed to the British war effort, working in British factories, and enlisting in the British armed forces and Merchant Navy.” FADE IN: EXT. FIELD–DAY…

Poems

Ailbhe Ní Ghearbhuigh

You were driving by the sea / in the dream, / explaining your regret, / why you led us not into temptation. / ...

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Gerard Smyth

I tried to smile while she plucked / the old bandage from the red line of hurt / where the scalpel did its abrasive work / and the yellowing bruise / ...

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John Walsh

I met Emily Dickinson down on Grafton Street. / On a Saturday afternoon, there was hardly room / to sneeze. When I first saw her, I was fascinated / by her hair, tied back in a bun. I just stood / ...

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Val Nolan

Before the by-pass / This had been the by-pass. / Fields of sick conifers. Tender verges. / Black birds hacking at a multitude / ...

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Paul McMahon

She put her small nose, pierced with a pearl, / To the open gramophone of the flowers, / One then the other, breathing both in, / Before getting up and walking casually / ...

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Rita Ann Higgins

The fates are on a bank holiday weekend / showing off around the long wards. / The spinner spins herself / into a menacing match with a melanoma / ...

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Ryan Dennis

It is the commerce of farmers with hands in their pockets. / It is used by old wives / and the things they’ve known not having. / The stains in his pants are scattered language, / ...