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Sep. 30th, 2002 05:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravencallscrows*sings*
"On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day."
Yes, i stayed awake through the movie. It's one of those films we had to have on DVD, just because it gets watched over and over. The Princess Bride, Pleasantville and The Truth About Cats and Dogs are amongst some of the others on that list.
The lyrics - the cited are but one of four stanzas- were penned by Patrick Kavanagh, an Irish poet from Co. Monaghan who was most prominent in the mid-20th century, following W. B. Yeats and preceding Seamus Heaney in a triad of notable poets from Erin's shores during the century just closed. It's said that he left Inniskeen for Dublin in 1939 because the locals thought him a fool for believing he'd become a great poet and the local farming community (in which he'd been raised) scorned him as a bad farmer. In the literary pubs of Dublin, he became noted not only for his writing abilities, but also for his conceit, arrogance, rudeness, vulgar language, and drinking habits.
Unlike Yeats, Kavanagh's work is a departure from the romanticized image of the Celts- he's pretty much a realist through the corpus of his work, portraying the hard-scrabble life of trying to scratch an existance out of a handful of rock-strewn acres of soil.
"On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day."
Yes, i stayed awake through the movie. It's one of those films we had to have on DVD, just because it gets watched over and over. The Princess Bride, Pleasantville and The Truth About Cats and Dogs are amongst some of the others on that list.
The lyrics - the cited are but one of four stanzas- were penned by Patrick Kavanagh, an Irish poet from Co. Monaghan who was most prominent in the mid-20th century, following W. B. Yeats and preceding Seamus Heaney in a triad of notable poets from Erin's shores during the century just closed. It's said that he left Inniskeen for Dublin in 1939 because the locals thought him a fool for believing he'd become a great poet and the local farming community (in which he'd been raised) scorned him as a bad farmer. In the literary pubs of Dublin, he became noted not only for his writing abilities, but also for his conceit, arrogance, rudeness, vulgar language, and drinking habits.
Unlike Yeats, Kavanagh's work is a departure from the romanticized image of the Celts- he's pretty much a realist through the corpus of his work, portraying the hard-scrabble life of trying to scratch an existance out of a handful of rock-strewn acres of soil.
