by Peter Humphreys

here I sit
as he had sat
the view now
of cranes
as high as the sky
are not the cranes
he enjoyed
in St. Stephen's lake

I wonder what he
would think
sitting now
I think
the verdant
tree blessed pastures
by mammoth build

no sows
innocent farrow
here now
just Mammon eating all
it sees until it belches
too full to consume more

take me away, please
take me away


Author's Note: When a student near to Stephen's Green, the Irish author, James Joyce, was repelled by the place into which he was born. He must fly away to breath and create the magnificent writings he then developed abroad. So disgusted, he said "Ireland was the sow that eats her farrow" (Portrait, 1917)

Posted on 02/23/2020
Copyright © 2020 Peter Humphreys

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Posted by Linda Fuller on 02/26/20 at 12:01 AM

A couple of trips to Google helped me like your poem very much. Also, I like your columnar form.

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