The monks of Ireland saved hundreds of book from being lost, by copying and recopying them. In their writing tradition they also wrote their own poetry.
How lovely it is today!
The sunlight breaks and flickers
on the margin of my book.
A busy yellow bee, after his mighty quest
from cell to cell in the sunlight,
flies contented across the great plain
home to his welcome in the honeycomb.
Ah blackbird, giving thanks,
from your nest in the thorn ... Hermit
that use no bell: soft, sweet,
from the otherworld, your whistle!
Samuel Beckett: An Irish Poet
Austin Clarke - Irish Poetry
JM Synge - 1800s Irish Poet
Lisa's Poetry Information and Tips
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