I loved it when I studied for the Leaving Cert in 1967 and I still love it. The whole bay was as calm as new milk, with little silver spray shimmering on its surface under the brilliant sunshine.
There were many thousands of small seagulls some, hovering lightly, were searching for little sprat or other morsels of food.Īt last I grew tired of watching the gulls and I turned my gaze to the south-towards Dingle Bay. Every bird from the stormy petrel to the cormorant, from the sand-snipe to the gannet was there and each variety of bird had its own peculiar call. Dead indeed is the heart from which the balmy air of the sea cannot banish sorrow and grief I began to look away out to sea at the thousands of seabirds flying here and there in search of a bite to eat. I sat on the bank above the beach where I had a splendid view all around me.
There were many thousands of small seagulls Péig Sayers 1873 - 1958 I sat on the bank above the beach where I had a splendid view all around me. As Eoin McKiernan, President of the Irish American Cultural Institute, notes in his introduction, Peig has the "quality of honesty and sincerity, of life lived at the bone." Long loved in Ireland, this autobiography will now be seen for what it truly is-one of the great heart-cries of the Irish people.more Through this American edition, Peig will reach a new international audience. She is buried a short distance from the townland where she was born, above the sea on the Dingle Peninsula, within sight of the Great Blasket Island. laid out as expertly and as calmly as if twelve women had tended him." Her own farewell to life had the same clear-eyed simplicity: "People will yet walk into the graveyard where I'll be lying I'll be stretched out quietly and the old world will have vanished." Peig said of her son Tom�s, who was killed in a fall from a clifftop: "Instead of his body being out in the broad ocean, there he was on the smooth detached stone. It reveals with fidelity, humor, and poignancy a woman's life in a bleak world where survival itself was a triumph and death as familiar as life. Here is a story as unforgettable as it is simple.
It reveals with fidelity, humor, and poignancy a w Here is one of the classics of modern Gaelic literature-the autobiography of Peig Sayers, a remarkable woman who lived forty years at the edge of survival on barren Great Blasket Island, and who came to be recognized as one of the last of Ireland's traditional storytellers. Here is one of the classics of modern Gaelic literature-the autobiography of Peig Sayers, a remarkable woman who lived forty years at the edge of survival on barren Great Blasket Island, and who came to be recognized as one of the last of Ireland's traditional storytellers.
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