Two Buckets Were Easier Carried

The Next Move Is Always The Test.

Now It’s High Watermark And Floodtide In The Heart And Time To Go. The Sea-nymphs In The Spray Will Be The Chorus Now. What’s Left To Say? Suspect Too Much Sweet-talk But Never Close Your Mind. It Was A Fortunate Wind That Blew Me Here. I Leave Half-ready To Believe That A Crippled Trust Might Walk And The Half-true Rhyme Is Love.

History Says, Don’t Hope On This Side Of The Grave, But Then, Once In A Lifetime The Longed-for Tidal Wave Of Justice Can Rise Up, And Hope And History Rhyme

I Suppose I Did Feel A Certain Public Pressure Always.

Desmond O'grady Is One Of The Senior Figures In Irish Literary Life, Exemplary In The Way He Has Committed Himself Over The Decades To The Vocation Of Poetry And Has Lived Selflessly For The Art