Brendan Kennelly
Brendan Kennelly in Crete 1995
@Hartmut Schulz
Many a man carries a lunatic asylum
on his neck and shoulders
and has the gumption to call it his head.
‘You could be returning into what they call
the real world’, (the man made of rain) said.
‘The real people are waiting for you
to judge, advise, prophesy, explain.
That’s the goodness of the heart.
The real people know the truest language
and the most effective way to think.
Depart from that, you’re in
the provinces of lost,
the diaspora of the bucking moon.
But don’t worry, you’ll be with
the real people soon.’
Brendan Kennelly, The Man Made of Rain
Dublin 1998
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