unfinished poem for yeats

Dear Yeats

The greatest love endured
tumultuous times of war,
And Ireland was now celebrated
in ways not seen before

Your eyes coloured by ideals
told magic mystical tales-
Of grand Lissadell House,
and epic beauty beyond the pale

I have often dreamt of Ben Bulben,
smudged glossy white with snow
or imagined Glencar's waterfall,
roaring furiously as it flowed.

My eyes have fixed gaze upon
Maud Gonne's handsome face-
And since then I never question
Your passion and its place

for Diarmuid and Grainnes realm

Words of a severing nature

I haven't blogged in a while mostly due to different reasons, the majority being related to the exams coming up next week. i feel a mixture of emotion at this time, my years of university life are coming to a premature end. I feel delighted in some respects-the university poverty will not be missed by me. on the other, i miss miss the protective cocoon that uni life brings, the assumption that you are somewhat invincible and untouchable by the big, bad world. the little responsibility is worn like a crucifix by Madonna in the 1980s.

i have begun a new relationship, this time with somebody from a different cultural background. this always makes for a cacophony of excitement-you can feel like a princess about to escape her drab grey existence to a colourful new world. I'm sure that's how Victoria beckham feels at the moment with her new LA life. its strange how fraught the first few weeks of a relationship feels-its like you are on the beach, a very dry gritty beach, and no matter how you position yourself, these minuscule worries attach themselves and refuse to wash off. it is not really acknowledged-the little fears that accompany any formulated thought that becomes articulated. people only speak about "being swept off my feet" or that buzz you get when you think to yourself "this could be the one".

its not like that for me. its like I'm on a horse and I'm scared at some moment the horse is going to buck. its rather exciting though; its quite enjoyable in ways. Its rather exhilarating when you have not yet discovered some body's faults. Its like when you are eating a chocolate bar and you don't like the nuts. you eat them anyway as overall it tastes so delicious. or you simply begin to drill away at it, removing any unpleasantries. either way, the chocolate bar is still a brilliant experience.

of course that is until you begin to start hear what i like to term words of severance. the words of severance,found copiously in land law cause a party to the proceedings to become alienated. and if you are on the receiving end of the words of severance, that, my friend is you. you lose your vested interest, whatever it may be.

words of severance cause you to think/believe/see, that despite your utterances to friends about said persons perfection, that person is, well, not perfect. in fact, after words of severance you come to the realisation that they are
a) a psycho
b) have issues
c) not that into you..you are good only for a good time
d) all of the above

Then you are back where you begun, on the heap. Its rather sad to resign yourself to that, before the age of 30. I'd like to recall Brigitte Bardot's quotes as peace of mind

"I gave my beauty and my youth to men. I am going to give my wisdom and experience to animals. "

"Men are beasts and even beasts don't behave as they do"

the heaney poem as promised

Northern reticence, the tight gag of place
And times:yes, yes. Of the 'wee six' I sing
Where do be saved you must only save face
And whatever you say, you say nothing

Smoke-signals are loud-mouthed compared with us.
Manoeuvrings to find our name and school,
sutble discrimination by addresses
with hardly an exception to the rule