Connolly at kilmainham

​nicholas roberts

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'Twas better to die ‘neath an Irish sky
Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.
The Foggy Dew

Laced to the old chair,
Wounded as weak on the feet.
Spring is the time for Dublin,
Those days when the rain
Lets up and the first
Projections of sun throw
Heat on the bricks. “I
Will say a prayer for all
Men who do their duty
According to their lights.”
Quando coeli movendi
Sunt et terra. Round
Shots. Et lux perpetua
Luceat eis.
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Steady boys steady.