In honour of World Poetry Day, we're looking at our Irish homegrown talent
As it's World Poetry Day, we couldn't let the day pass without recognising the immense Irish talent we have on home ground.
Irish poets have populated the world with some of the most beautiful texts ever written, and we have earned our reputation as wordsmiths. From Yeats to Heaney, Boland to Wilde, these are some of our favourite lines from beautiful Irish poems.
This is what language is:
a habitual grief. A turn of speech
for the everyday and ordinary abrasion
of losses such as this:
just enough to be a scar
And heals just enough to be a nation.
Eavan Boland - The Lost Land
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had wooed not as I should a creature made of clay –
When the angel woos the clay he’d lose his wings at the dawn of day
Patrick Kavanagh - Raglan Road
How many loved your moments of glad grace,And loved your beauty with love false or true,But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,And loved the sorrows of your changing face
I was a nuisance, tripping, falling,
Yapping always. But today
It is my father who keeps stumbling
Behind me, and will not go away.
The sounds of Ireland,that restless whisperingyou never get awayfrom, seeping out oflow bushes and grass
John Montague - Windharp
Cuirim mo dhóchas ar snámh
i mbáidín teangan
faoi mar a leagfá naíonán
a bheadh fite fuaite
de dhuilleoga feileastraim
I place my hope on the water
in this little boat
of the language, the way a body might put
in a basket of intertwined
Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill - Ceist na Teangan / The Language Issue
Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
Oscar Wilde - The Ballad of Reading Gaol