When the light was white from Tilley lamps
And the boat to Holyhead was overladen,
The postman was a sight for pure delight
As casually from his bag he took the letter-
A scrawl whose hand you instantly recall;
The Queen herself stamped in the corner
Above the exile’s home address, silently
Overseeing the sadness of the sons of Erin.
Beautiful picture of Irish Sea. I just remembered one act play 'Riders to the Sea' written by Synge based on the Irish theme when I was a student of Literature. This poem made me to remember my university days. The poem is pleasant as always. marks 10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nostalgic, something revived the days l of past..........glory that brings the curse sometimes :)