An Irish poet who wrote in both English and Irish. He was one of the most significant voices
in late 20th century Irish writing and has been called "Munster's de facto poet laureate".
"The tap drops a tear, the bulb thinks it's a crocus. I am full of salt".......M.H
This road is not new.
I am not a maker of new things.
I cannot hew
out of the vacuumcleaner minds
the sense of serving dead kings.
I am nothing new
I am not a lonely mouth
trying to chew
a niche for culture
in the clergy-cluttered south.
But I will not see
great men go down
who walked in rags
from town to town
finding English a necessary sin
the perfect language to sell pigs in.
I have made my choice
and leave with little weeping:
I have come with meagre voice
to court the language of my people. (147)
Taken from Collected Poems 2001 Gallery Press- (Collection reprinted 2009)