Biography of Bernard Kennedy
Born Rathfarnham, Dublin, Ireland of Waterford Chemist father and Longford mother
Educated De La Salle College, Churchtown, Dublin.
Holy Cross Seminary, ordained 1979.
Taught Religious Studies in Schools, Sallynoggin, and Balbriggan, Dublin.
Trained as a Freudian Psychoanalyst, Holds M.A. University of Sheffield,2000, and,
M.Sc.School of Psychotherapy, University College Dublin (2002)
works at Beechwood Parish, Ranelagh, Dublin. www.beechwoodparish.com
Has written Essays for
The Furrow (thefurrow.ie)
The Letter (The letter.ie)
Intercom, Studies, (www.irishstudiesreview.ie) and other publications.& Lacanian- Psychoanalysis (online)
Bernard Kennedy's Works:
Context Reality Poems.1988.
Leaves of Autumn: Poems (1998)
The Poet's Tower & Love Poems. (2000)
Berlin, Berlin, (2001)
online at www.mourne.net (guest poet)
Bernard Kennedy Poems
Gypsy Dance Of Love
We danced like gypsies in the heat of day, and matched our colors bright and gay, and music strings brought tears of love, and bands of strolling players moved above,
Old Faithful Dog
I never thought him dead. Only running in the park, and sitting stretched by fire, or with his paw,
Pierre Loti Looks To Sligo Bay
From my eyrie, my high up, Eyup eyrie, at Ladies Brae in Skreen, at my hermitage, Patrick to Tara, I look down to Sligo Bay.
Traveller From Afar
I met a traveller from an antique land, and saw beneath that turbaned head not a visitor but brother too, though lineage was but black and white.
From main roads through the pass and there, beneath, as if a mountain gate over a valley, lake or bay
A Green Meadow
Easter brings up for me that old medieval hymn about 'now the green blade riseth, out of the buried grain'.
Antigone: La Lecon De Charcot
Cry out once more, Antigone, cry out, until the sentence is lifted, the sentence that keeps the feminine,
Squirrels In Autumn Pathway
A quiet pathway off the drive, a rustle then again, and bushy tails are swaying, playing and searching. Grey, as lifting a goblet, the hands are raised, in search, and eyes dart, either way,
Whats Wrong My Love
The bills come in, those reminders, in their window envelope, 2 tell us, i dwell here too. Upon the hall floor,
Summer is brought through this lemon zest of colour- reflected under the chin,
I was told, as a young boy, that the Magnolia is 'The prince of Shrubs'-on Zion Road, Rathgar.
It has to be the warmest of feelings. You have been away, and seen exciting scenes, and eaten foods you never ate before, and tasted delicacy.
Your coffin was carried slowly through, the door where, you had stood many times greeting others.
A dream of the father, and
now, in dream of Joseph,
a new dream ' mind the woman,
and the child',
and Joseph listening,
in silence, hermit like,
to the dream of dreams,
the mother and father of dreams,