Each evening, from now until the end of Reading Ireland Month, I am going to post a
piece of work by some of my favourite Irish poets. Enjoy x
Going Without Saying by Bernard O’Donaghue
i.m. Joe Flynn
It is a great pity we don’t know
When the dead are going to die
So that, over a last companionable
Drink, we could tell them
How much we liked them.
Happy the man who, dying, can
Place his hand on his heart and say:
‘At least I didn’t neglect to tell
The thrush how beautifully she sings.’
I am a 40 something book buying addict trying to reduce the backlog one book at a time!