Final Project for Irish Literature course
Conversation between W.B. Yeats and James Joyce on the topic of Irish nationalism
If only we could pluck him from the page,
Cuchulainn could defeat the magistrates.
But all we need is memry of that age,
And we can marvel at the myth we make.
Oh, we need to show
oh, but I cant alone
Contemporary, while I wont oblige
I understand the sort of fight youre in:
You wish to arm yourself with country pride
I know a better war that you can win
So, go and touch her face
oh, she hasnt changed
oh, you can be saved
Give up the state
But I find solitude at Inisfree
And in the peat moss fires on the shore
You will discover home, arise with me
Take heart in countryside and folklore
I wouldnt dare: this country is the pig
That feeds itself by swallowing its young
It is the horse thats always circling
It is a runner blackening its lungs
No, just let me go
Oh, without a show
All that gold that you await
Is just some eternal waste
If we can tame the pooka, we can freely live
- Youve got to view this place with perspective
This nations past possesses things to be taken
- Histrys a nightmare and we must awaken.
Oh, that I were young again and held her close!
Id choose to love a woman, not the Aran coast
The energy and scenerys been dead for so long
And all the time my heart has been with Maude Gonne
Oh, dont let me go
no, just let me go.
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