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Gabriel Fitzmaurice poetry in Southword 18Born Moyvane, Co Kerry, 1952. Bilingual poet, literary advisor, translator, teacher, musician, broadcaster. In addition to broadcasting on Irish radio and television, Fitzmaurice has written extensively in English and Irish. Among his English poetry collections are Rainsong, Road to the Horizon, Dancing Through, The Father’s Part and The Village Sings. In Irish, he has published the collection Nocht. A primary school teacher, Fitzmaurice is also the author of the children's verse collection, The Moving Stair. He works as a translator of essays and collections of songs/ballads from the original Irish and has twice represented Ireland at the European Festival of Poetry. Along with writing and teaching, Fitzmaurice has found success as a singer of traditional Irish music. He resides in Kerry.

 

 

 

The Busker

 

He stood at Brosnan’s Corner

With a battered old guitar;

He was drunkI’d seen him

Stagger from the bar;

 

His hair was long and matted,

His beard was dirty, black,

His wellies worn and battered,

Over all a tattered mack

 

Tied with a rope around his waist;

He didn’t know one song

His only air was out of tune,

The words were tortured, wrong.

 

He stood at Brosnan’s Corner,

Cinctured by a rope

Singing through creation

His single note of hope.

 

People passed the corner

In a hurry; none would stop

But some would toss when passing

A coin into his cap.

 

An hour I watched him singing

With his battered old guitar

Then his took his cap and counted,

And shambled to the bar.

 

 

©2010 Gabriel Fitzmaurice

 

 

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Fitzmaurice poems & stories at Moyvane.com

Reading at the White House in Limerick (You Tube)

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