'O The Mind, Mind Has Mountains.' Poem by Dónall Dempsey

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Hopkins' great howl of anguish...the Dublin sonnets written in blood..his dark night of the soul. I was taping a b&w T.V. programme about Hopkins...an audio mike in hand as if I were interviewing it The music winced and bit into your mind....eating into your thoughts...worms crawling into and out of an eye as Father Hopkins is 'pitched past pitch of grief' and informs us that the '...mind has mountains.' Brian went past the telly at this stage and exclaimed: 'Jaysus! 'He asked me what was that all about. Big mistake!
All my brothers and sisters('the kids') were afraid to ask for help with homework or anything in case they got the 3 hour explanation! They really had to take out a risk assessment on how badly they needed help if they didn't want to be there all night.

Over 40 years go by and City pip Untied to the League title. It is only then that Brian remarks that he is 'pitched past pitch of grief.' And yes he remembered that the 'mind has mountains.' With Brian not a thought was wasted and would surface someday in some situation or other.

Now at his death the Hopkins claims the title for this poem as I in great disbelief greet a new day that he will never see. O the mind has mountains indeed.