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Medieval Irish Poetry

Title: Medieval Irish Poetry Author: Maureen S. O’Brien Full Text & Source: http://suburbanbanshee.net/irishptr/ The Internet, Online, 15/11/2015 Sample Text: Poems With Translations Irish poetic forms Poets Bards Accompanists Audience Critics Bibliography Links Comments: This is a great resource for Irish … Continue reading →

Free Irish Literature Texts

Title: Irish Literature (Free Online) Author: Michael Green Full Text & Source: http://www.ireland-information.com/ir... The Internet, Online, 15/11/2015 Sample Text: Irish Literature Texts Irish Short Stories Irish Books Tagged: Free Irish Literature Texts, Ireland, Literature, Michael Green

After Aughrim by Arthur Gerald Geoghegan

Do you remember long ago Kathleen? When your lover whispered low, “Shall I stay or shall I go, Kathleen?” And you proudly answered “GO!” And join King James and strike a blow For the Green.” Mavrone, your hair is white … Continue reading →

Stavrogin and The Lame Girl By Harry Clifton

Years later, in childless age, She’d remember. Her strange complaint That autumn of married love, His sullen reading, page by page – The Possessed – by the kerosene stove All winter. ‘Be a saint Or nothing’ the priests had told … Continue reading →

Going Feral By Harry Clifton

Only here, at the head of a pack of hounds In a tenement room, on a patch of waste ground Everything, man or animal, might share, Did the humans, telling her she was not all there, Abandon her forever or … Continue reading →

Signs and Portents by Thomas Mc Carthy

Medieval as it was, I was taking no chances The day the Prime Minister walked under a ladder. Up went my umbrella and, sure enough, no farther Than two metres from a newspaper stand I glanced off A loose chunk … Continue reading →

Fear By Ciaran Carson

I fear the vast dimensions of eternity. I fear the gap between the platform and the train. I fear the onset of a murderous campaign. 1 fear the palpitations caused by too much tea. I fear the drawn pistol of … Continue reading →

Wounds By Michael Longley

Here are two pictures from my father’s head— I have kept them like secrets until now: First, the Ulster Division at the Somme Going over the top with ‘Fuck the Pope!’ ‘No Surrender!’: a boy about to die, Screaming ‘Give … Continue reading →

Gunpowder By Bernard O’ Donoghue

In the weeks afterwards, his jacket hung Behind the door in the room we called His study, where the bikes and wellingtons Were kept. No-one went near it, until Late one evening I thought I’d throw it out. The sleeves … Continue reading →

PPS By Peter Sirr

Welcome 3755547K your small head rests in the arms of the State your fingers are counted, your toes registered, your cries have found their way to a vault of need, you’re known, allowed for, admitted though mysterious to us and … Continue reading →