Éirinn go Brách (Days 21-24)
Ireland Forever
March 15-18 (Days 21-24)
This is the sixth set of eleven posts I’m doing every four days during Lent as a sort of online devotional in offerings of beauty. These posts include poems, passages, songs, film clips, stories, and more for you to spend time with each day. They’re meant to help you think about being creative, observant, empathetic, and/or still. I will offer all of them with very little or no context.
March 15 (Day 21)
Seán Keating, “Economic Pressure”, painted 1949
More about this painting.
March 16 (Day 22)
WHEN ALL THE OTHERS WERE AWAY AT MASS
When all the others were away at Mass
I was all hers as we peeled potatoes.
They broke the silence, let fall one by one
Like solder weeping off the soldering iron:
Cold comforts set between us, things to share
Gleaming in a bucket of clean water.
And again let fall. Little pleasant splashes
From each other’s work would bring us to our senses.
So while the parish priest at her bedside
Went hammer and tongs at the prayers for the dying
And some were responding and some crying
I remembered her head bent towards my head,
Her breath in mine, our fluent dipping knives–
Never closer the whole rest of our lives.
SEAMUS HEANEY
March 17 (Day 23)
March 18 (Day 24)
The last paragraph of THE DEAD
Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, further westwards, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling too upon every part of the lonely churchyard where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
JAMES JOYCE
Loving these dispatches from the land of soul