I need a good poem on Ireland ?

Question

Ok Lyn , great but can you name me
a good poem that deals with
the fight for civil rights by the Catholics in
Northern Ireland .
I need something , well - if I dare so -
"representative" to give to my 15 year-old
students as an introduction to Ireland
and civil right movements.

Answer 1

TO IRELAND IN THE COMING TIMES

by: William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

NOW, that I would accounted be
True brother of a company
That sang, to sweeten Ireland's wrong,
Ballad and story, rann and song;
Nor be I any less of them,
Because the red-rose-bordered hem
Of her, whose history began
Before God made the angelic clan,
Trails all about the written page.
When Time began to rant and rage
The measure of her flying feet
Made Ireland's heart begin to beat;
And Time bade all his candles flare
To light a measure here and there;
And may the thoughts of Ireland brood
Upon a measured quietude.

Nor may I less be counted one
With Davis, Mangan, Ferguson,
Because, to him who ponders well,
My rhymes more than their rhyming tell
Of things discovered in the deep,
Where only body's laid asleep.
For the elemental creatures go
About my table to and fro,
That hurry from unmeasured mind
To rant and rage in flood and wind;
Yet he who treads in measured ways
May surely barter gaze for gaze.
Man ever journeys on with them
After the red-rose-bordered hem.
Ah, faeries, dancing under the moon,
A Druid land, a Druid tune!

While still I may, I write for you
The love I lived, the dream I knew.
From our birthday, until we die,
Is but the winking of an eye;
And we, our singing and our love,
What measurer Time has lit above,
And all benighted things that go
About my table to and fro,
Are passing on to where may be,
In truth's consuming ecstasy,
No place for love and dream at all;
For God goes by with white footfall.
I cast my heart into my rhymes,
That you, in the dim coming times,
May know how my heart went with them
After the red-rose-bordered hem.

Answer 2

A poem by John Hewitt called "The Anglo Irish Accord"

These days the air is think with bitter cries,
as baffled thousands dream they are betrayed,
stripped of the comfort of safe loyalties,
their ancient friends considered enemies,
alone among the nations and afraid.

And those who now most loudly mouth their fears
are webbed in spirals of rash verbiage
which, coarse with coloured epipets appears
a rhetoric of cudgels, torches, spears,
loaded with vivid enmity and rage

This land we stand on holds a history
so complicated, gashed with violence,
split by belief, by galant pageantry,
that none can safely stir and still feel free
to voice his hope with any confidence.

Slave to and victim of this mirror hate,
surely there must be somewhere we could reach
a solid track across our quagmire state,
and on neutral sod renew the old debate
which all may join without intemperate speech.

Answer 3

"Digging" by Seamus Heaney is a good poem. It's about how he feels at conflict with the roots of his working class family and their traditional occupation of toiling the land and how his own particular love is for writing. With the use of his pen, he alludes to the fact that he can "dig" just as hard as his family, but just using a different tool. It's very simple, but very meaningful.

Answer 4

I'm Irish and we have a lot of brilliant poets try Seamus Heaney , W.B Yeats and Patrick Kavanagh they are all well respected and famous poets in Ireland.

Answer 5

um okay how about you make one up read a bunch of books about ireland and its history and poof glory glory what a hell of way to die take up or guns and go fight the british men glory glory what a hell aof a way to die for the..... i...r...a ... any way yeah pick a bunch of stuff you think would describe ireland but focuse on something in particular like the landscape or st patrick but be really specific cause it cold be really long have fun

Answer 6

An Irish Airman Foresees His Death - I forget the poet though.

Answer 7

Read the poems of Yeats and pick your favorite. It's pretty certain that you'll end up picking one by him anyway.

Answer 8

'I wish to go down to the sea again
To the lonely sea and sky
I left my socks and pants down there
I wonder if they're dry?'

This isn't necessarily Irish or about Ireland, but any Irishman worth his Black Bush will tell you it's funny. And that's what they care about.

Answer 9

i have a good one,
"I HAVE NO IDEA"