Matt Mooney Poems

I am a bear
(Though
I'm only five) .
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At Tamarama

I listen to the throb of the waves
On Tamarama beach,
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My flock of padding sheep I'm droving,
Driving down the bóithrín way;
Having drunken dip-day memories,
High on heat and crazing smells.
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The red sun has risen on the earth's rim
Over the sands of Saudi Arabia,
Climbing through the clouds
As our Etihad flight from Dublin
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Belonging

Where hill climbing ends
Around the fourth bend,
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In the annals of Cúchulainn’s sons
Appear the names of our ancestors;
Time of Land League, landlords and evictions:
When our Gaelic Games were spawned
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Sliabh Mish in Summer:
Her lows and highs beyond
The fields that lie
Beside Tralee at Boherbee,
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On track emerging from the station,
the Dublin train confronts the dark;
the early one from Kerry hesitating
before careering headlong onwards
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Remembrance

The Dublin taxis splash up and down Parnell Square,
Until they die out one by one as the city goes to sleep.
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Thréig mé mo thír mar theifeach
Ar fhaitíos go gcuirfí faoi ghlas mé;
Gan aon fhéachaint siar, go dóchasach,
A bhailigh mé liom go hÉirinn.
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