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 What moved them to throw caution to the wind

 To break out of committee room and bar

 Ignoring those who warned this was too far

 Those who later condemned and said they'd sinned

 What fearsome lightning their resolve confirmed

 To face artillery and armoured car

 What deafening thunder what shooting star

 Incited rebellion, what fire that burned

 In brave Irish hearts in nineteen sixteen

 To seize the post office in Sackville Street

 So that freedom's flag from far might be seen

 What great passion did lethargy defeat

 Generations later still we wonder

 What valour tore oppression asunder.


David Subacchi

from my collection 'A Terrible Beauty' 2016.

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David Subacchi

Tue 17th Jan 2017 17:21

Thanks Harry.

Wise words.


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Harry O'Neill

Mon 16th Jan 2017 19:52

Given the new crisis in Northern Ireland, this is a timely reminder that Yeats` adjective `terrible` is still
so (tragically) true.

Also a hint for those who restrict the idea of beauty to something akin to mere prettiness.

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David Subacchi

Mon 16th Jan 2017 10:09

From my collection of sonnets for 1916 'A Terrible Beauty' DCS Books 2016.

You will find more of my poetry on this site or by simply searching on line for DAVID SUBACCHI POET.

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