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


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

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Written on 2020-02-23 at 19:25

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done. Now, Ireland is intolerable for a different reason.