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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Dermot Healy Poems
Sometimes the moon gets caught in the high branches
When Peggy was dying Her son leaned over to whisper
The Old Chiefs
Not till I'd seen the old chiefs
The moon above Sligo Is not The moon above Mayo.
They fly over like flagships of the devil with messages between the dead.
The Hares On Oyster Island
Praise be the hares on Oyster As they curl on the stone beach And look across at Rosses!
As many have walked this beach As sat on Thomas Hardy's seat, And if they were counted maybe more,
The Armada At Streedagh
Out to sea there is the snap of a castanet,
The sea is on nights. The horizon is an empty factory floor, If you step outside You'll see the day shift.
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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.