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THE ISLAND
For George Mackay Brown, 1975 1. The Inhabitants The few cottages still with roofs lie low below sea-level the old schoolmaster and the ex-postman pass the summer months and sometimes of late the odd artist breaks the monotony and from time to time from the mainland comes a man to count sheep carcasses on the cliff to mend the damage to his lobster-pots and with local chat it takes hours to catch up with the gossip. 2. Ghosts The grass grown over the fading goat-tracks I am reminded that between the rocks and the people there was never much room to move so narrow these pathways where always the island women on the Dingle road (not so long ago) walked in single file. 3. Children in the City The life there smaller in comparison with what they don’t know now on the horizon aerial washing soiled by the trains said to have their pride not without reason though always kind to strangers behind backs people talk gnawing minds touchy and dangerous in this half-city careful not to soil their hands - only off-duty gardai in shirtsleeves garden the outskirts. 4. Manuscript Sources A natural landscape to illuminate great events gospels the eggs of sea-birds to bring out the light and salt to keep in a neat hand to let the eels and cats in and a patchwork hen details sly as the whitehaired saint with a mayflower face sitting on a dry- stone wall in each crack a fly hides the ocean. 5. King of Gola Island At the highest point an oblong stone satisfies the gods and a long-backed man extends seawards early morning eyes a mile out to sea crags surfacing throw up phantom fogs beyond, horizons round themselves off and five herons rise. |