February 24, 2024 12:21 am

WHISKEY IN THE JAR: Irish folk song

WHISKEY IN THE JAR As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains, I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting. I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier. Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver, musha ring dumma do damma da, whack for the daddy ‘ol, there’s whiskey in the …

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ULYSSES: Novel, by James Joyces

ULYSSES When thoughts of the protagonist flow without punctuation, reading a novel, the reader might be in trouble. The “I” narrator – like water in a stream – does not want to be held back by punctuation. This, reading the pages of this novel, it is important to remember. Certainly, entering into the lives of the people of Dublin, the …

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RAGLAN ROAD: Poetry, by Patrick Kavanagh

RAGLAN ROAD On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew, that her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue; I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way, and I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day. On Grafton Street in November …

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AUSTRALIAN STORIES: Romance, by Henry Lawson

AUSTRALIAN STORIES A collection of short stories, which speaks of a time in the distant Australia. Inside the pages of this book, you’ll find humans who breathed the air – herders and miners – people who were able to live and create solidarity. You will not find the name of the main protagonist, but page after page, too, will find …

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STEPS: Poetry by Dennis Haskell

STEPS A man was going on the grains compact the coast of Geraldton, alongside waves hesitant on shells, the smooth incessant restless Indian Ocean. Walking does not imitate, he thought, wondering where to go, a bit ‘sterposo, he thought on these sands otherwise deserted by mounds of seaweed scattered purple and black rocks with strange shapes, could walk forever, the …

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WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY: Cielito lindo, by Quirino Mendoza y Cortés

CIELITO LINDO De la sierras morenas, Cielito Lindo, vienen bajando. Un par de ojitos negros,cielito lindo, de contrabando. Ay! ¡ay! ¡ay! ¡ay! Canta y no llores! Porque cantando se alegran, cielito lindo, los corazones. Pájaro que abandona, Cielito lindo, su primer nido, si lo encuentra ocupado, Cielito lindo, bien merecido. Ay! ¡ay! ¡ay! ¡ay! Canta y no llores! Porque cantando …

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WHAT STARTS AND ENDS: Poetry, María Baranda

WHAT STARTS AND ENDS That starts and ends, when she looks at the precipice of blue ink? And it is having been behind the bars of the sunrises, bent, dig now in your meat cut, scratchy tucked the summit, opening heaven in your particles under the caste rain water. Woman on which beach you will, in which your ships and …

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