• Brendan Kennelly


He summoned voices from the urgent past To scatter darkness now and still to come, The die of poetry was quickly cast And truth beat faintly as a distant drum; Assiduously, he hawked and scoured his heart For perfect subtleties of right and wrong, Nobly resolved to play the maker’s part, Retrieving something lost to myth and song.


Publisher Limited Bitter Land Irish Literature Fall Lintel Truth Beat 
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