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
Dedalus
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
angry
I think
the verdant
tree blessed pastures
dismantled
by mammoth build
no sows
eating
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
Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2020-02-23 at 19:25
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