We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead;
And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?
I write it out in a verse -
MacDonagh and MacBride
And Connolly and Pearse
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.
A Terrible Beauty is Born - W B Yeats
Question, what do you say about this anodine summary about the Irish rebellion offered by Google?
“Melbourne’s Archbishop Daniel Mannix was a key figure in the campaign against conscription. Born and trained in Ireland, he, like many others, did not support violent republican tactics but was radicalised by the swift executions of the Rising’s leaders in 1916 and became a fierce advocate of Irish independence.”
Response from Ciaron O’Reilly: Sounds like Yeats. ” A Terrible Beauty is Born”. Sounds like a lot of folks now in response to the ongoing incineration of children in Gaza.
