Showing posts with label Kennelly. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kennelly. Show all posts
Saturday, October 12, 2013

Two More From Brendan Kennelly

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UNION When salmon swarmed in the brown tides And cocks raised their lusty din And her heart beat like a wild bird's heart, She left...

Brendan Kennelly: "Remember What Marina Said?"

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REMEMBER WHAT MARINA SAID? You'll never do it. You know you'll never do it. Admit you know you'll never do it. ...
Monday, October 7, 2013

Kennelly: "A Singing Wound"

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WHAT? 'What is my body?' I asked the man made of rain. 'A temple,' he said, 'and the shadow thrown by the temple, dr...
Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Thunder, Free, Curse: Three Poems from Brendan Kennelly

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SPECIAL THUNDER He had to reach the island in the winter gale. From Saleen Quay he pushed the little boat Over the rough stones till sh...
Friday, July 26, 2013

Lighting By Bushmills -- And Brendan Kennelly

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Self-Portrait #52. "We are all occasionally turned to stone by what we witness, think and feel.  Out of that same selfstone, the im...
Sunday, September 2, 2012

"The Sea In The Head": Two More From Kennelly's "Islandman"

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When will we permit the sea in the head To flow as it will? The moon has laws but no theories. It sends out a cold, golden call ...
Sunday, March 18, 2012

Kennelly: One from "Islandman"

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The sea's music affirms What at best I have half-known. I turn deaf ears to it for the most part But now and again It coincides with a m...
Saturday, March 17, 2012

Persona: What Kennelly Says

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Consider these provocative paragraphs from Irish poet Brendan Kennelly: The use of a persona in poetry is not a refusal to confron...
Sunday, November 20, 2011

Kennelly: "My Heart Is Jacked From Writing"

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COLUMKILLE THE WRITER (from the Irish) My heart is jacked from writing. My sharp quill shakes. My thin pen spills out blood from my stormy ...