Dennis O'Driscoll Poems
- Missing God His grace is no longer called for before meals: ...
- Life Life gives us something to live for: we ...
- The Celtic Tiger Ireland’s boom is in full swing. Rows of ...
- Someone someone is dressing up for death today, a change of ...
- Tomorrow Tomorrow I will start to be happy. The morning will...
- Forever Forever some customer happy to sing along with the ...
- Nocturne Time for sleep. Time for a nightcap of grave ...
Dennis O'Driscoll is an Irish poet, essayist, critic, and editor born in Thurles, County Tipperary, Ireland. Although not widely recognized in the United States, he is considered one of the best European poets of his time. In all, he has written eight books of poetry, two chapbooks, and a collection of essays and reviews. Additionally, much of O'Discoll's work has been inspire by his friend and mentor, Nobel Prize winner, Seamus Heaney.The majority of his works can be characterized by the use of economic language and the recurring motifs of mortality and the fragility of everyday life. As he ages, O'Driscoll's works become more fluid and thoughtful as well as more frequent, and, according to... more »
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His grace is no longer called for
before meals: farmed fish multiply
without His intercession.
Bread production rises through
disease-resistant grains devised
scientifically to mitigate His faults.
Yet, though we rebelled against Him
like adolescents, uplifted to see
an oppressive father banished -
a bearded hermit - to the desert,
we confess to missing Him at times.
Miss Him during the civil wedding
when, at the blossomy altar
of the registrar’s desk, we wait in vain
to be fed a line containing words
like ‘everlasting’ and ...