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In Corcha Dhuibhne

Poems

 

By

 

W.G. Mc Neice

 

ISBN: 978-1-911131-23-6

 

Price: €15.00

About the Author

 

W.G. Mc Neice was born in Castle island, Co. Kerry in 1930 and worked with a local authority in Tralee before transferring to Bray, Co. Wicklow in 1972. 

 

This is his sixth volume of poetry to have been published following In This Kingdom by the Sea, The Carpenter’s Apprentice, Going Home Again, The Song of the Sea, and When Leaves were Turning. His poetry has been published in magazines and newspapers here and in England, including The Times Literary Supplement, New Irish Writing and many others.

 

He has won a number of prizes at the Listowel Writers’ Week in the past and has received many commendations for his poetry also.

 

He is now retired and lives with his family in Bray.

 

 

 

 

 

About the Book:

 

 

This is his seventh volume of poetry to have been published following In this Kingdom by the Sea, The Carpenters Apprentice, Going Home Again, The Song of the Sea, When Leaves were turning, and Walking with Ghosts.

His poetry has been published in magazines and newspapers here and in England, including the Times Literary Supplement. New Irish Writing and many others.

 

He has won a number of prizes at the Listowel Writers’ Week in the past and has received many commendations for his poetry also.

 

 

 

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In Corcha Dhuibhne Now

 

In Corcha Dhuibhne now the lazy sun is rising

Beyond the Blaskets and the Atlantic’s dim horizon,

Dappling the living waters as they heave and breath,

Where shoals of silver herring congregate beneath.

 

And gentle waves will break in time on Coumenole,

All golden in the sun and quiet as the souls

Of those who loved to walk the sands in times gone by,

And left their soundings for the sea to amplify.

 

Who saw the naomhógs plying in the distant past

Between the islands and Danquin.  It could not last

Forever in a changing world; when time and tide

Caught up with them, that dream of independence died.

And in the light that brightens over Dingle Town

One senses God is near-at-hand and looking down.