Liam ó Comáin Poems

The sound
Of silence

Multiple
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It was not what they called it
For the latter is born from nature
And therefore not man made.
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I recall that morning
Observing through curtains
Your little copper head,
First day off to school
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My Lord, Jesus,
I praise you,
I thank you,
I adore you,
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they came from here and there
across fields and along country lanes
by car on foot and by bicycle
to the red barn for the annual dance
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night was
important
lack of light
compensated
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Huddled around your bed
Did we appear looming
Like figures in a dream
As you departed?
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Gratitude to the One
Who created and blessed the world
Through His Holy Spirit,
Adding colour to foliage and stone,
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On the thirtieth of January
In nineteen and seventy two
Thirteen died in Derry City
As they marched for civil rights.
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(from an ancient womb
death arose claiming
fruit of the birth)
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