Mothers Lament the Slaughter of the Innocents, an Irish Poem

“When Herod saw that he had been tricked by the wise men, he was infuriated, and he sent and killed all the children in and around Bethlehem who were two years old or under . . .” – Matthew 2:16. The horrors of mass infanticide, as felt by the Irish and translated by Kuno Meyer … More Mothers Lament the Slaughter of the Innocents, an Irish Poem

St. Nicholas’s Lament

Far better to be forgotten! I who fasted from my mother’s breast have been replaced by a rotund double. He gobbles cookies from plates left out across the lands, one night every year. I once saved three maidens anonymously. I funded their futures. This imposter promises trinkets to overfed children in hollow malls. Elven acolytes … More St. Nicholas’s Lament

Our Part To Murmur Name Upon Name: Irish History in Song and Poetry

“Our part to murmur name upon name” – William Butler Yeats, “Easter 1916”       In college, we preferred William Butler Yeats’ fairy and esoteric poetry.  We instinctively knew that the world was “more full of weeping” than we could understand. In our own way we dreaded “the monstrous crying of the wind” even if … More Our Part To Murmur Name Upon Name: Irish History in Song and Poetry