Still south I went and west and south again,
Through Wicklow from the morning till the night,
And far from cities, and the sites of men,
Lived with the sunshine and the moon's delight.
I knew the stars, the flowers , and the birds,
The gray and wintry sides of many glens,
And did but half remember human words,
In converse with the mountains, moors, and fens.
We will see one another soon!
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Some Poetic Preparation from J.M. Synge
John M. Synge, playwright and poet (1871-1909), was very fond of Aran Islands. As you continue to think about our pilgrimage this week, you may want to ponder these words belonging to Synge: