Archive for the Poetry Category

Storm on the Island – Seamus Heaney

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , on January 22, 2024 by telescoper

We are prepared: we build our houses squat,
Sink walls in rock and roof them with good slate.
This wizened earth has never troubled us
With hay, so, as you see, there are no stacks
Or stooks that can be lost. Nor are there trees
Which might prove company when it blows full
Blast: you know what I mean – leaves and branches
Can raise a tragic chorus in a gale
So that you listen to the thing you fear
Forgetting that it pummels your house too.
But there are no trees, no natural shelter.
You might think that the sea is company,
Exploding comfortably down on the cliffs
But no: when it begins, the flung spray hits
The very windows, spits like a tame cat
Turned savage. We just sit tight while wind dives
And strafes invisibly. Space is a salvo,
We are bombarded with the empty air.
Strange, it is a huge nothing that we fear.

by Seamus Heaney (1939-2013)

Storm Isha passed overnight, bringing down many trees and leaving many thousands of households without power.

To the Warmongers – Siegfried Sassoon

Posted in History, Poetry, Politics with tags , , on November 6, 2023 by telescoper

As we approach Remembrance Sunday in a time of rising conflict, it seems apt to post the following poem written by Siegfried Sassoon, called the To the Warmongers:

I’m back again from hell
With loathsome thoughts to sell;
Secrets of death to tell;
And horrors from the abyss.
Young faces bleared with blood,
Sucked down into the mud,
You shall hear things like this,
Till the tormented slain
Crawl round and once again,
With limbs that twist awry
Moan out their brutish pain,
As for the fighters pass them by.
For you our battles shine
With triumph half-divine;
And the glory of the dead
Kindles in each proud eye.
But a curse is on my head,
That shall not be unsaid,
And the wounds in my heart are red,
For I have watched them die.

Telescope – Louise Glück

Posted in Poetry, R.I.P. with tags , , , on October 16, 2023 by telescoper

I posted a poem by American poet Louise Glück when she won the 2020 Nobel Prize for Literature (“for her unmistakable poetic voice that with austere beauty makes individual existence universal”). I was sad to read that she passed away just a few days ago at the age of 80. By way of a small tribute here is another poem of hers I like very much. It is called Telescope.

There is a moment after you move your eye away
when you forget where you are
because you’ve been living, it seems,
somewhere else, in the silence of the night sky.

You’ve stopped being here in the world.
You’re in a different place,
a place where human life has no meaning.

You’re not a creature in a body.
You exist as the stars exist,
participating in their stillness, their immensity.

Then you’re in the world again.
At night, on a cold hill,
taking the telescope apart.

You realize afterward
not that the image is false
but the relation is false.

You see again how far away
each thing is from every other thing.

R.I.P. Louise Glück (1943-2023)

No Second Troy, by W.B. Yeats

Posted in Poetry with tags , , on July 27, 2023 by telescoper

Why should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
Or hurled the little streets upon the great,
Had they but courage equal to desire?
What could have made her peaceful with a mind
That nobleness made simple as a fire,
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
That is not natural in an age like this,
Being high and solitary and most stern?
Why, what could she have done, being what she is?
Was there another Troy for her to burn?

 

by William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

This Englishwoman – Stevie Smith

Posted in Art, Poetry with tags , on June 17, 2023 by telescoper

Thinking about Stevie Smith after yesterday’s post I thought I’d post something by her. She liked to put funny little sketches or doodles with some of her more whimsical poems, some of which are very short like this one, which brought a smile to my face so I thought I’d share it.

R.I.P. Glenda Jackson (1936-2023)

Posted in Film, Poetry, Politics, R.I.P. with tags , , , , on June 16, 2023 by telescoper

I’ve been writing far too many R.I.P. posts recently, but I had to say something to mark the passing of Glenda Jackson who has died at the age of 87. Glenda Jackson had an illustrious acting career during which she won many awards (including two Oscars) and then turned her hand to politics; she was a Labour Member of Parliament from 1992 to 2015.

Glenda Jackson in Stevie (1978)

The role in which I remember Glenda Jackson best was in the film Stevie (1978) in which she played the poet Stevie Smith, whose poetry I have admired greatly for its dark yet whimsical tone since I was introduced to it while at school. The originality of her voice is the reason I’ve posted some of her poems on this blog from time to time.

Stevie Smith, who died in 1971, made a number of radio broadcasts and, without really trying to impersonate her, I think Glenda Jackson captured perfectly her quirky mixture of wit and melancholia. It was a marvelous performance in what I think is a neglected film masterpiece.

Rest in peace, Glenda Jackson (1936-2023)

And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad…

Posted in Maynooth, Poetry with tags , on June 14, 2023 by telescoper
Lonicera Japonica

Following the recent spell of very warm weather in Maynooth, and perhaps encouraged by heavy overnight rain, the Japanese Honeysuckle (Lonicera Japonica) in my garden has now started to bloom. Each flower only lasts a few days – starting white, turning yellow, then gold, then dying – but new ones keep coming, so for a while you can see all the different stages of evolution. In among the white and yellow tones there are many buds that are yet to open. The colours of the flowers are not the best part of a honeysuckle, though: that’s the richly perfumed aroma they give off, especially in the evening. As Tennyson put it “the woodbine* spices are wafted abroad…”. The weather isn’t always warm enough to sit out in the garden when mine flowers, but it is now and it’s very lovely.

*woodbine is another name for honeysuckle, in case you didn’t know…

Them Ducks Died for Ireland – Paula Meehan

Posted in History, Poetry with tags , , on June 12, 2023 by telescoper

When I blogged last week about English Paper 2 of the 2023 Leaving Certificate, I mentioned that one of the poets that came up was Paula Meehan. I wasn’t at all familiar with her work before then I looked around for some examples, and found some lovely poems. I’m not surprised the students were glad she came up this year. She has a very distinctive and powerful sense of imagery and a wry sense of humour, as exemplified by this witty but poignant poem, which takes an unusual perspective of the Easter Rising 2016.  Inspired by the epigram which is quoted from the Irish Architectural Archive, it is a meditation on what is commemorated and what is not.

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6 of our waterfowl were killed or shot, 7 of the garden seats broken and about 300 shrubs destroyed.

Park Superintendent in his report on the damage to St. Stephen’s Green, during the Easter Rising 1916

Time slides slowly down the sash window
puddling in light on oaken boards. The Green
is a great lung, exhaling like breath on the pane
the seasons’ turn, sunset and moonset, the ebb and flow
of stars. And once made mirror to smoke and fire,
a Republic’s destiny in a Countess’ stride,
the bloodprice both summons and antidote to pride.
When we’ve licked the wounds of history, wounds of war,
we’ll salute the stretcher bearer, the nurse in white,
the ones who pick up the pieces, who endure,
who live at the edge, and die there and are known
by this archival footnote read by fading light;
fragile as a breathmark on the windowpane or the gesture
of commemorating heroes in bronze and stone.

 

Talking about the Leaving Certificate

Posted in Literature, mathematics, Maynooth, Poetry with tags , , , , , , on June 10, 2023 by telescoper

One thing that I forgot to mention in my post about examinations a few days ago is that students at Irish schools all sit exactly the same examination papers at the same time. This is very different from the UK where there are several different Exam Boards that have different syllabuses and set different papers. One consequence of the Irish system is immediately an exam is over, there is a national discussion of the students’ and teachers’ reaction to it. The examination papers are posted online after the examination too – you can find them here – so that everyone can join in the discussion.

I have to admit that when I was a student I was never one for talking about examinations after I had taken them. While most of my peers stood around outside the Exam Hall conducting a post mortem on the paper, I usually just went home. I always figured that there was nothing I could do about the results then so it was best to put it behind me and focus on the next thing. That’s what I’ve recommended to students throughout my career too: don’t look back, look forward.

Anyway, the first Leaving Certificate examination this year (on Wednesday) was English Paper 1, followed by Paper 2 on Thursday. Both seem to have been received relatively favourably by students; see some discussion here and here. Paper 1 is really an English Language Examination, with exercises on comprehension and composition while Paper 2 focuses on literature. Every year summer I look at the set books and poems for the English Leaving Certificate Paper 2 and they’re usually an interesting mix. This year the novels included Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, Raymond Chandler’s The Big Sleep, Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray, and Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale. The list of poets for the Higher examination was Elizabeth Bishop, Emily Dickinson, John Donne, Patrick Kavanagh, Derek Mahon, Paula Meehan, Adrienne Rich, and W.B. Yeats. Not all the texts come up in the examination. In the case of the poets, for example, Mahon, Kavanagh, Meehan, Donne and Rich appeared on Paper 2 but there was no Dickinson, Donne or Bishop.

While I have a personal interest in English literature, the English examinations are not relevant to me in a professional capacity. On the other hand, the Leaving Certificate papers in Mathematics are of direct relevance to me as a Professor in the Department of Theoretical Physics because they indicate the level of mathematical preparation of students likely to come in next academic year.

General reaction to Higher Mathematics Paper 1 seems to have been much more mixed than for the English papers, with many students taking to social media to express shock that it was so difficult: the hashtag #MathsPaper1 is still trending on Irish Twitter; you can also find some reaction here.

I have looked at the paper but can’t really comment on the level of difficulty because I haven’s studied previous years examinations in detail but I will say that (a) there’s quite a lot to do in the 150 minutes allowed and (b) there’s nowhere near as much calculus as in my A-level Mathematics over 40 years ago (though remember that Irish students do more subjects in the LC than UK students who do A-levels). Note also that because of the pandemic, this would have been the first state examination taken in Mathematics by many students.

The Leaving Certificate Higher Mathematics examination is split into two sections of equal weight. Section A (‘Concepts and Skills’) requires students to answer 5 questions from 6 (each split into parts); Section B (‘Contexts and Applications’) gives a choice of 3 out of 4 longer questions. That’s less choice than I expected; students have to answer 8 out of 10 questions. The Ordinary Level Examination has the same structure, but the questions are much more straightforward.

Mathematics Paper 2 is on Monday, so I’ll update this post then.

Update: Mathematics Paper 2 seems to have gone down much better than Paper 1. You can find it, along with some reaction, here.

Voices

Posted in Biographical, Education, Poetry with tags , , , on April 15, 2023 by telescoper

Not long ago I did a post about an anthology of Poems I studied at school many years ago. I bought that second-hand at the same time as I bought the three volumes shown above, Books 1-3 of Voices (edited by Geoffrey Summerfield). I seem to remember that we studied these at an earlier stage of 11+ education, probably in consecutive years before O-level. I remember the covers quite well, especially the rather spooky picture on Book 3.

They’re quite interesting books, each of which contains an eclectic collection of poems, including traditional rhymes and there is even some music at the back to accompany some of the verses that work as songs.

Anyone else remember these books?