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By the Hearth in Min A'  Lea free pdf That little daisy in a back of beyond street beamed at me cheerfully from a tiny crack in the pavement as I went by. It was late afternoon, and standing alone at the edge of the pavement, he gave a bright sunny welcome to me, an immigrant. That daisy, that eye of light, winked at me, and lifted my heart in a foreign city. I've stored that vision along with just one other - the first time your eyes shone at me, with the light of a lover. Cathal O Searcaigh is one of Ireland's leading poets, recipient of many major literary awards including the Irish Times Literature Prize, a member of Aosdana and, in Ireland, a well-known television and radio personality. Whether writing about the beautiful Donegal landscape, or as a gay man about the intense emotions of love, or about voices and events from the past that resonate in the present, or simply telling a story, O Searcaigh is always honest, clear-sighted and unafraid, lyrical, tender and funny: he tells it how it is. This is the first selection of O Searcaigh's poetry to be published by a British publisher and as such will be an introduction, for many English readers, to the startling freshness, energy, candour, and inventiveness of this most colourful of poets.

About Cathal O'Searcaigh

CATHAL O SEARCAIGH is a poet of international renown and has been published in 10 different languages. He spends each winter in Kathmandu with his adopted Nepalese son. FRANK SEWELL, musician, songwriter and poet, currently lectures in Creative Writing and Irish Literature in English at the University of Ulster. SEAMUS HEANEY was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1995. DENISE BLAKE was born in Ohio, USA, and in 1969 moved to Co. Donegal where she still lives. As well translating the poetry of Cathal O Searcaigh, she is a poet and playwright.

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Author : Cathal O'Searcaigh
Publisher : Arc Publications
Data Published : 05 January 2006
ISBN : 1904614213
EAN : 9781904614210
Format Book : PDF, Epub, DOCx, TXT
Number of Pages : 180 pages
Age + : 15 years
Language : English
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