Poems full of time telling of many stories and of many lives.
No one can threaten hunger with bullets.
One puts the book down, numb beyond weeping, for it goes well beyond the romance of being a soldier-poet ‘in the tradition of Wilfred Owen, Robert Graves, Siegfried Sassoon’….
Many of the participating poets had been enthusiastic supporters of the Gaelic League – Irish language advocates, poets, playwrights, newspaper writers on cultural and socialist matters. Their loss must have been a severe one to the emergent Free State.
These poems tell a powerful story.
The poems were inspired by my tours of duty as a United Nations Peacekeeper with the Irish Defence Forces in South Lebanon and Kosovo.
if this was all we had a thousand years from now, it would be the basis for a sound reconstruction of the political, social and economic life in Ireland in the century since 1916.
does God not see
our tears falling on the ground
near the stony road