Oscar Wilde and W.B. Yeats

Dia doibh go leir

Yesterday, I had no schedule on me until 6 pm when I met Linda and Dennis at the American Democrats Abroad shindig. What a crush of people there were. They know that there are about 400 Americans living in Ireland and I think that many of them were there.

In the afternoon, I visited the National Library . There is a fabulous exhibit featuring Yeats' work and life there. I had tried to visit it when I was here in April 06, but a fire alarm went off and we were all evacuated. I was so glad to see that it was still here. There is a circular space in which a poem at a time is projected on a screen. People have been recorded reading them (Sinead O'Conner, Seamus Heaney and lots of others). Music and photos compliment the poems. It's very powerful. I haven't read any Yeats for years and now think I should get back to it. Wonderful work.

Then, I schlepped over to Merrion Sq. What a beautiful green spot it is. Across the street from one corner of it is the house in which Oscar Wilde was born and on that corner of it is a stature of Oscar himself reclining on a rock. He looks a bit pie-eyed.

anyway, today, Linda has to go to Monaghan on business so i'll tag along to see another part of Ireland.

bye for now

Lynn