Poetry

That WB Yeats was the greatest English-language poet of the 20th century is seldom disputed, except perhaps by advocates of TS Eliot. That he remains the greatest of Irish poets is undeniably true, as Louis MacNeice, Seamus Heaney and others have dutifully acknowledged. Even Patrick Kavanagh, in so many ways the antithesis of Yeats, gave […]

‘Making Love Outside Áras an Uachtaráin’ was the mis­chievous title Paul Durcan gave to a poem that’s currently on the shortlist for RTÉ’s A Poem for Ireland promotion and that, in a contest to be decided by public voting, could well end up as the nation’s favourite – Durcan really is that popular, even (or, […]

Among many evenings spent in the company of Seamus Heaney, whether occasions of convivial chat over a pint or at events of more earnest literary import, one in particular stands out. It was in the late 1990s, the venue was an elegant upstairs room in Westland Row that belonged to the Royal Irish Academy of […]

Heytesbury Lane

by Sys-Admin

Waking at night I hear a pig squeal. My room is low-ceilinged with half-moon windows. Outside the front door there is a courtyard. On summer mornings I can trap the sun. Sometimes at night, though, I wake to hear the pitiable scream of a trapped pig. It is difficult to believe I am not having […]

The life of Reilly

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My father, who was almost forty-one when he married my mother, tells me now that the happiest days he ever spent were in a boarding house on Gardiner Street. His present room looks out on a familiar view, those Dublin mountains he made us climb when Sunday afternons meant scenic spins in a cramped Ford […]

That September

by Sys-Admin

With a shock I realise I’m in the picture, too. It is afternoon in the Zoological Gardens and you are seated on an iron bench, beside a woman who peers primly at the camera; behind stands a stern-faced man in a bow-tie, and next to him my father. You are wearing a pleated skirt and […]

Helvick Head, 4 May

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(for Joe Kennedy) Out there, on that rock licked by the waves, life is pampering itself: a solitary cormorant spreads his great wings to embrace the heat; nearby, six guillemots, stunned by the sun, preen like a foreign legion waiting to be inspected. These creatures are wiser than we are, who have spent all afternoon […]

The death of the moth

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Margaret found you at the side of the house in a tray full of rain. You were too exhausted to flutter free, so she brought you in and put you carefully on the window sill, to recover your strength. But you didn’t. The next morning we went to remove your corpse and found behind you […]

The singer

by Sys-Admin

Snug in this midnight bar, two drinks in front of him, he bends my ear. Time to take stock, he thinks: sixty (can you believe?) this year. Women, I’m told, once swooned. He was the baby of the group, though now his cherub’s face, unruined by all the bad that living throws at everybody else, […]

Safe sex

by Sys-Admin

Afterwards, from one or both of you, will come a whispered Are you OK? as if you had just been in an accident and were checking to see who’d survived.

The end of it

by Sys-Admin

That moment when the rituals of love turn into chores: the whispered calls from work desks, the secret codes on home phones, those stolen afternoons of dazed delirium out on that bed, that long-promised weekend far away from everyone – all now seem somehow more difficult to manage, and in their place are tiresome problems […]

Lullaby

by Sys-Admin

Just go to sleep, my love, and don’t mind what I said. Dream of the stars above and rest your little head. Tomorrow will be fine, your dad will still be here, so stop your silly crying, there’s nothing you need fear. Sometimes it’s hard, I know, to tell what life’s about, sometimes we come […]

Winter kept us warm

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And then the snow. We ran inside. You cried, as I recall, the tears lingering longer than the snow that streaked its sobs across the window-pane. The fire laughed, then we laughed, too, until laughter and tears mingled, setting us free to doubt which was which. We groped into the dark as the flames darted […]

Somewhere out there, further than I can see, she bobs over the waves, beyond the blue horizon, sailing away from me towards another country. Less than two hours ago we wrenched her from her dreams and drove her down at dawn to this bleak terminal. It is nothing, really, a three-day school outing to Shakespeare’s […]

Away from it all

by Sys-Admin

(for Steve) Here in Sardinia on a brief junket, I soak up the sun, and listen to a woman who tells of a love that came undone, and there in a golf club (another brief junket) somewhere in Sligo, you sweat in a sauna on the morning after a long night before until life says […]

Round about midnight

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Lights wink from houses up on Dalkey Hill, the road below my window purrs with cars, two drunks enact a loony vaudeville, the moon is full, the sky’s agog with stars. It seems like fun out there, but not to mind; all round my reading lamp Stan Getz spatters those soft-blown notes that say the […]

You’ll like my wife

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That’s what you said, and I did. The quaint mole up where the thigh met the drenched tangle of hair, the sheen of soft fuzz in the curve of her lower back, the musky smell as I bowed into her secret self, these were all much to my liking; also the way she’d crouch over […]

The 62 bus

by Sys-Admin

Our lives were ruled by the 62 bus. A phantom service, it came when it wished, not when the schedule declared – friends for life were first encountered at the stop. I took it into work those years I lived in what my parents chose as their last home, and peered from the top into […]

Brow Head

by Sys-Admin

Lost to the world on this finger of land that claws its way into the open sea, a village sleeps in the midday heat. It has been slumbering here a long time, a clutch of houses convulsed by age and a century’s slow drift to elsewhere. Children grew up in this place, their kingdom the […]

Youth’s a stuff

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Girls I once loved in this little city of sexual intrigue now are married somewhere out there among the suburbs. It was only yesterday we dawdled for hours along the Leinster Road or perched on stools in dimly-lit bars on Pembroke Street. Today I walked up Grafton Street and saw how, overnight, a whole generation […]