We are deeply saddened to hear of the passing of the legendary Edna O’Brien, a beacon in Irish literature whose voice resonated with truth, courage, and unyielding passion. Her profound contributions to the literary world have left an indelible mark, inspiring generations of writers, poets and readers alike.19h
We are deeply saddened to hear of the passing of the legendary Edna O’Brien, a beacon in Irish literature whose voice resonated with truth, courage, and unyielding passion. Her profound contributions to the literary world have left an indelible mark, inspiring generations of writers, poets and readers alike.19h
We are deeply saddened to hear of the passing of the legendary Edna O’Brien, a beacon in Irish literature whose voice resonated with truth, courage, and unyielding passion. Her profound contributions to the literary world have left an indelible mark, inspiring generations of writers, poets and readers alike.19h
He went to sea for the day He wanted to know what to say When he’s asked what he’d done In the past to someone That he loves endlessly Now she’s gone, so is he
I went to war every morning I lost my way but now I’m following What you said in my arms What I read in the charms That I love durably Now it’s dead and gone and I am free
I went to sleep for the daytime I shut my eyes to the sunshine Turned my head away from the noise Bruise and drip decay of childish toys That I loved arguably All our labouring gone to seed
Went out to play for the evening We wanted to hold onto the feeling On the stretch in the sun And our breathlessness as we run To the beach endlessly As the sun creeps up on the sea
The Tortured Poets Department. An anthology of new works that reflect events, opinions and sentiments from a fleeting and fatalistic moment in time – one that was both sensational and sorrowful in equal measure. This period of the author’s life is now over, the chapter closed and boarded up. There is nothing to avenge, no scores to settle once wounds have healed. And upon further reflection, a good number of them turned out to be self-inflicted. This writer is of the firm belief that our tears become holy in the form of ink on a page. Once we have spoken our saddest story, we can be free of it.
And then all that’s left behind is the tortured poetry.
He went to sea for the day He wanted to know what to say When he’s asked what he’d done In the past to someone That he loves endlessly Now she’s gone, so is he
I went to war every morning I lost my way but now I’m following What you said in my arms What I read in the charms That I love durably Now it’s dead and gone and I am free
I went to sleep for the daytime I shut my eyes to the sunshine Turned my head away from the noise Bruise and drip decay of childish toys That I loved arguably All our labouring gone to seed
Went out to play for the evening We wanted to hold onto the feeling On the stretch in the sun And our breathlessness as we run To the beach endlessly As the sun creeps up on the sea
To the bright side of the road We’ll be lovers once again On the bright side of the road
Little darlin’, come with me Won’t you help me share my load From the dark end of the street To the bright side of the road And into this life we’re born Baby, sometimes, sometimes we don’t know why And time seems to go by so fast In the twinkling of an eye Let’s enjoy it while we can (let’s enjoy it while we can) Won’t you help me share my load (help me share my load) From the dark end of the street To the bright side of the road Again
And into this life we’re born
Baby sometimes, baby sometimes we don’t know why, don’t know Time seems to go by so fast In the twinkling of an eye Let’s enjoy it while we can (let’s enjoy it while we can) And help me sing my song (and help me sing my song) Little darlin’, come alone On the bright side of the road From the dark end of the street (from the dark end of the street)To the bright side of the road (to the bright side of the road) Little darlin’, come alone On the bright side of the road, come on dear Alright
From the dark end of the street (from the dark end of the street) To the bright side of the road (To the bright side of the road) We’ll be lovers once again On the bright side of the road Oh, we’ll be, we’ll be lovers once again On the bright side of the road We’ll be lovers once again On the bright side of the road