Poems

John McCullagh August 2, 2019

Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some […]

John McCullagh July 31, 2019

I sought Him on the purple seas,I sought Him on the peaks aflame: Amid the gloom of giant trees And canyons lone I called His name;The wasted ways of earth I trod;In vain; in vain! I found not God. I sought Him in the hives of men,The cities grand, the hamlets grey,The temples old beyond […]

John McCullagh June 23, 2019

The Classical Greek Come sit down a while, and I’ll tell you a story Recall famous glories and honour the dead And hope that a smile will crack all of your faces And cares and all worries go out of your head. I’ll sing of some lads with exceptional qualities All of them geniuses, truly […]

John McCullagh June 11, 2019

Pangur Ban ‘I and Pangur Ban my cat ‘Tis a like task we are at:Hunting mice is his delightHunting words I sit all night Better far than praise of men ‘Tis to sit with book and pen;Pangur bears me no ill will,He too plies his simple skill. ‘Tis a merry thing to seeAt our tasks […]

John McCullagh June 9, 2019

Farewell to every hawthorn hedge, from Killeen to Belleeks  And every pool of sticklebacks and every shady creek