Dr Noreen Doody
@noreendoody.bsky.social
“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
(Oscar Wilde: Lady Windermere’s Fan)
Irish literature - Wilde, Yeats, Bowen, Keegan ... author The Influence of Oscar Wilde on W.B. Yeats; The Moon Spun Round: W.B. Yeats for Children
(Oscar Wilde: Lady Windermere’s Fan)
Irish literature - Wilde, Yeats, Bowen, Keegan ... author The Influence of Oscar Wilde on W.B. Yeats; The Moon Spun Round: W.B. Yeats for Children
Michael Longley (July 1939 – January 2025) – a great and true poet. Requiescat in pace.
January 26, 2025 at 4:40 PM
Michael Longley (July 1939 – January 2025) – a great and true poet. Requiescat in pace.
Reposted by Dr Noreen Doody
The poet Michael Longley has died at the grand age of 85. He was one of the greatest lyrical poets writing in the English language. I feel the loss already of his necessary voice.
www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m...
www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m...
BBC One - Michael Longley - Where Poems Come From
A profile of Belfast poet Michael Longley, offering insights into his work and influences.
www.bbc.co.uk
January 23, 2025 at 12:38 PM
The poet Michael Longley has died at the grand age of 85. He was one of the greatest lyrical poets writing in the English language. I feel the loss already of his necessary voice.
www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m...
www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m...
Oscar Wilde: Born in Dublin, 16th October 1854 – died in Paris, 30th November 1900
O Hunter, snare me his shadow!
O Nightingale, catch me his strain!
Else moonstruck with music and madness
I track him in vain!
from "In the Forest"
O Hunter, snare me his shadow!
O Nightingale, catch me his strain!
Else moonstruck with music and madness
I track him in vain!
from "In the Forest"
December 1, 2024 at 2:47 AM
Oscar Wilde: Born in Dublin, 16th October 1854 – died in Paris, 30th November 1900
O Hunter, snare me his shadow!
O Nightingale, catch me his strain!
Else moonstruck with music and madness
I track him in vain!
from "In the Forest"
O Hunter, snare me his shadow!
O Nightingale, catch me his strain!
Else moonstruck with music and madness
I track him in vain!
from "In the Forest"
To a Squirrel at Kyle-na-no
Come play with me;
Why should you run
Through the shaking tree
As though I’d a gun
To strike you dead?
When all I would do Is to scratch your head
And let you go.
W.B. Yeats
Come play with me;
Why should you run
Through the shaking tree
As though I’d a gun
To strike you dead?
When all I would do Is to scratch your head
And let you go.
W.B. Yeats
November 26, 2024 at 2:43 AM
To a Squirrel at Kyle-na-no
Come play with me;
Why should you run
Through the shaking tree
As though I’d a gun
To strike you dead?
When all I would do Is to scratch your head
And let you go.
W.B. Yeats
Come play with me;
Why should you run
Through the shaking tree
As though I’d a gun
To strike you dead?
When all I would do Is to scratch your head
And let you go.
W.B. Yeats