Dermot Healy Poems
- The No-Tree Sometimes the moon gets caught in the high ...
- The Prayer When Peggy was dying Her son leaned over to ...
- The Old Chiefs Not till I'd seen the old chiefs
- Two Moons The moon above Sligo Is not The moon above Mayo.
- Cormorants They fly over like flagships of the devil with ...
- The Hares On Oyster Island Praise be the hares on Oyster As ...
- Rosses Point As many have walked this beach As sat on Thomas...
Dermot Healy (18 July 1947 - 29 June 2014) was an Irish novelist, playwright, poet and short story writer. A member of Aosdána, Healy was also part of its governing body, the Toscaireacht. Born in Finnea, County Westmeath, he lived in County Sligo, and was described variously as a "master", a "Celtic Hemingway" and as "Ireland's finest living novelist".
Often overlooked outside of Ireland due to his relatively low public profile, Healy's work is admired by his Irish literary predecessors, peers and successors alike, many of whom idolise him—among the writers to have spoken highly of him are Seamus Heaney, Eugene McCabe, Roddy Doyle, Patrick McCabe and... more »
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Sometimes the moon
gets caught in the high branches
of the No-tree,
and you have to shake
and shake the No-tree
to set it free.
Even this may never be enough.