On Thu, 5 Dec 1996, Jean Wright-Popescul wrote:
> Written in honor of Colum Cille's birthday - December 7.
> Tha Mi Faicinn Faileas*
> Jean Wright-Popescul
> Canso-Chesapeake Heritage
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Thank you, Jean. Here is a poem ascribed to Colum Cille. (Next year is
the 1400 anniversary of his death. Wish that I could be at Iona for
On some island I long to be,
a rocky promontory, looking on
the coiling surface of the sea.
To see the waves, crest on crest
of the great shining ocean, composing
a hymn to the creator, without rest.
To see without sadness the strand
lined with bright shells, and birds
lamenting overhead, a lonely sound.
To hear the whisper of small waves
against the rocks, that endless sea-
sound, like keening over graves.
To watch the sea-birds sailing
in flocks, and most marvellous
of monsters, the turning whale.
To see the shift from ebbtide
to flood and tell my secret name:
'He who set his back on Ireland.'
Clamour of the wind making music
in the elms:
Gurgle of the startled blackbird
clapping its wings.
I have lost the three places
I loved best:
Durrow, Derry's ledge of angels,
my native parish.
I have loved the land of Ireland
almost beyond speech;
to sleep at Comgall's, to visit Canice,
it would be pleasant!
Version: John Montague