Monday, March 17, 2014

Ms. Rabett Sends Craic and Memory





from Doolin, County Claire, You can see Eli and her in the back with the carrots and Guinness although everybunny knows that Guinness don't travel well.  But Easter came


We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead;   
And what if excess of love   
Bewildered them till they died?   
I write it out in a verse—
MacDonagh and MacBride   
And Connolly and Pearse
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:   
A terrible beauty is born. - WB Yeats

1 comment:

  1. Traditional Irish music goes with dancing, otherwise it's like Gat without the froth. Hope you didn't get ossified but had a whale of a time being happy out.

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