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I have lived in important places, times

 

When great events were decided, who owned

 

That half a rood of rock, a no-man's land

 

Surrounded by our pitchfork-armed claims.

 

I heard the Duffys shouting **** your soul"

 

And old McCabe stripped to the waist, seen

 

Step the plot defying blue cast-steel --

 

"Here is the march along these iron stones".

 

That was the year of the Munich bother. Which

 

Was more important? I inclined

 

To lose my faith in Ballyrush and Gortin

 

Till Homer's ghost came whispering to my mind.

 

He said: I made the Iliad from such

 

A local row. Gods make their own importance.

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Written by
Patrick Kavanagh
1904-1967 / Irish
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