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17 November 2012

THE OLD WOMAN

As a white candle

In a holy place,

So is the beauty

Of an agèd face.

As the spent radiance

Of the winter sun,

So is a woman

With her travail done,

Her brood gone from her,

And her thoughts as still

As the waters under

A ruined mill.

Joseph Campbell (1879-1944), Belfast-born Irish poet, man of letters and Irish nationalist, who also wrote under the Irish version of his name, Seosamh  MacCathmhaoil.

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 You might perhaps care to view some of our earlier posts.  For instance:

1. Why? or How? That is the question (3 Jan 2012)

2. Partitocracy v. Democracy (20 July 2012)

3. The shoddiest possible goods at the highest possible prices (2 Feb 2012)

4. Capitalism in practice  (4 July 2012) 

5.Ladder  (21 June 2012)

 6. A tale of two cities (1)  (6 June 2012)

 7. A tale of two cities (2)  (7 June 2012)

 8. Where’s the beef? Ontology and tinned meat (31 Jan 2012)

Every so often we shall change this sample of previously published posts.

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