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The Home Fires

Submitted by eliaszizou on Thu, 2012-03-08 21:47

Oxen of the sun
birthing canal
Wilde on his rock
colouring banal

Bram stoking fires
Behan's door ajar
Kavanagh with kindling
hailing Synge from afar

Yeats in Ithicabra
polishing his horse
Beckett in Bray
waiting in morse

Joyce yet awanders
ash thatched to hand
plitting a plot, plotting a plan

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weirdelf

Thu, 2012-03-08 22:59

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although helpful in some cases, were un-necessary to appreciate and understand the poem to anyone who has ever read any Irish literature, which should be everyone.

Nicely written, clever and fun. Especially love the lines
Bram stoking fires

Beckett in Bray
waiting in morse

plitting a plot, plotting a plan

cheers,
Jess
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eliaszizou

Thu, 2012-03-08 23:00

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appreciate the words Jess, I shall make the necessary adjustments......thank you for taking the time to read..

Ro

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wesley snow

Fri, 2012-03-09 22:00

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The bram stoking bit is my favorite, but the whole thing is nothing less than... fun.
wesley

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