Here is a gentle piece of verse from the roguish Irish poet and playwright, Brendan Behan. Teacht an Earraigh – The Coming Of Spring Springtime Oh you coarse Gaelic Cold! I hate your sour expression! The north wind blows: Tough tormented trembling Without vitality or verve Without youth or use Until the bright feast of […]
Brendan Behan Poem – Loneliness
Here is a Brendan Behan poem translated from his native Gaelic. He was a hearty man who lived life to the full and died all too soon. His legacy endures.