“How should I not be glad to contemplate the clouds clearing beyond the dormer window and a high tide reflected on the ceiling? There will be dying, there will be dying, but there is no need to go into that. The poems flow from the hand unbidden and the hidden source is the watchful heart. The sun rises in spite of everything and the far cities are beautiful and bright. I lie here in a riot of sunlight watching the day break and the clouds flying. Everything is going to be all right.” PoetryGratitudePoemPositivityLooking On The Bright Side Author:Derek Mahon
“I am just going outside and may be some time.’ The others nod, pretending not to know. At the heart of the ridiculous, the sublime. He leaves them reading and begins to climb, Goading his ghost into the howling snow; He is just going outside and may be some time. The tent recedes beneath its crust of rime And frostbite is replaced by vertigo: At the heart of the ridiculous, the sublime. Need we consider it some sort of crime, This numb self-sacrifice of the weakest? No, He is just going outside and may be some time In fact, for ever. Solitary enzyme, Though the night yield no glimmer there will glow, At the heart of the ridiculous, the sublime. He takes leave of the earthly pantomime Quietly, knowing it is time to go. ‘I am just going outside and may be some time.’ At the heart of the ridiculous, the sublime." A poem by – Derek Mahon” ArtPoemPoemsEpilogue Author:Derek Mahon
“Sunrise in the Irish Sea, dawn over Dublin Bay after a stormy night, one shivering star; and I picture the harsh waking everywhere, the devastations of a world at war, airfields, radio silence, a darkened convoy strung out in moonlight on a glittering sea.” WwiiDublinElizabeth BowenThe Troubles Book:The Yellow Book Source: The Yellow Book
“It's practically my subject, my theme: solitude and community; the weirdness and terrors of solitude: the stifling and consolations of community. Also, the consolations of solitude.” CommunitySubjectsSolitudeTerrorThemeConsolationWeirdnessStifling Author:Derek Mahon
“The little things that you saw with a child’s eye and that will never go away. That’s what consciousness is all about.” ChildrenLittlesEyeConsciousnessSawsGoing AwayLittle Things Author:Derek Mahon
