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Emigration


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I’ll be going down to New York town

to meet my love, my sweet young man,

who has worked so hard to make our home

away across the broad Atlantic. I must

take a step away from friends, from relations,

from my weeping mother, who will never

see me again. My father spits silently in the fire

and I know how he feels.

 

I am sorry (I am not sorry) for I wish to get away

and live a life away from Ireland, for Ireland

beautiful and grand as it is, truly, crushes

the hearts of its downtrodden women. And I am not

and never will be a downtrodden woman.

I read books, some of which I understand,

and some of which I don’t, but never mind,

I am a proud and nervous nationalist.

 

Ireland looms out of the darkness.

It sits there, balefully, in the wide Atlantic Sea.

Aviators say thanks, Christ God, land at last,

a place we can crash or land upon. As did

Alcock and Brown in Clifden in 1919

long before Lucky Lindbergh. It’s there.

Land at last, the farmhouses and the fields,

waiting to welcome or kill you.

 

Ireland is a place we all want to leave

or stay in forever.

 

I will take this ship called Titanic.

Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim

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The last line is truly "killer," twisting my mind from the history lesson. I can "see" your love of Eire, even through the suffering of its people. I will steal, unashamed, from Papa--Ireland is a Moveable Feast. Paco

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Nice twist- Well spoken poem... Enjoyed!

 

 

Juris

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Ah, sure, the truth comes dribbling down ... glistening, dripping from yellow fangs!

Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim

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Hmmm. To whom do the glistening, dripping, yellow fangs belong? I'm long in the tooth, but...

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