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Torch – Niamh O’Malley / In Fluntern Cemetery – Philip McDonagh

June 10th - 16th 2013

Niamh O’Malley Torch

Philip McDonagh In Fluntern Cemetery

In Fluntern Cemetery

by Philip McDonagh

Geboren Dublin; Zürich gestorben. So
Narrates a simple gravestone. Some blackbirds,
A squirrel sudden on the frozen snow,
An emptiness that greets you in those words.

Onwards the blue tram climbed that took me there
And higher; to one who had his eyrie dreamed
Above the Zürichsee, and breathed this air,
How poor and quarrel-stricken Dublin seemed.

And yet you shopped those streets, and Terenure
Is where the world was on your Christmas Day,
James Joyce: Did something of that day endure
That when through some Swiss gate death pushed its way

It found a man of faith? A churchyard’s loam:
To this poor Ithaca your heart came home.

from Carraroe in Saxony

By kind permission of the author and Dedalus Press