A silent sinner, nights and days, No human heart to him drew nigh, Alone he wound his wonted ways, Alone and little loved did die.…
John Millington Synge was a controversial Irish writer whose plays often found him at odds with the public, in particular those with strong Irish nationalist feelings. The production that many have considered to be his finest work, a play called The Playboy of the Western World, actually caused riots when it was performed in Dublin and was described in such terms as: A comedy that featured patricide it was also reported to be: Despite his stormy career as a playwright Synge was considered to be one of the key figures of the Irish Literary Revival. He wrote poetry, prose and travelogues, and he was an avid collector of Irish folklore. He was a keen student of the people of rural Ireland, especially the Roman Catholic peasants who, he felt, exhibited a pagan view of the rest of the world. He was born Edmund John Millington Synge on the 16th April 1871. His privileged family was a part of Protestant middle class society in Rathfarnham, County Dublin. Synge developed an early interest in nature and ornithology and his first written work, while still a child, was a diary noting down his thoughts about the natural world. When he started to write poetry some described his style as very much like that of William Wordsworth. His early education was at a private school on the family estate and continued at other establishments in Dublin and Bray. While writing would become his first love, he also had a musical talent and studied at the Royal Irish Academy of Music. He was given the opportunity to enhance his studies by travelling around Europe but he returned to Trinity College Dublin and graduated with a BA in 1892. His interest in the natural world was sparked, at the age of 14, by reading a book by Charles Darwin which also changed his religious ideas dramatically. He said that, having read Darwin, he then turned his attention to: As he grew older he consciously turned turning away from religious studies altogether, focusing instead on the problems endured in Ireland. In his early twenties he moved to Paris so that he could study literature and languages. He always went home to Dublin for holidays and, one summer, he proposed to a woman twice. She rejected him twice on religious grounds and this made him determined to spend as little time in Ireland as possible. He had strong influences in France from the likes of W B Yeats and he was encouraged to join in with the setting up of the Irish National Theatre Society. Yeats also urged him to spend time on the Aran Islands, collecting Irish folklore stories and developing his writing style. Here is an example of his work, a poem called Beg Innish, which describes life in a rural and fishing community: Unfortunately his health was not good and he suffered an attack of Hodgkin’s disease at the young age of 26. Despite this though he studied hard while on the islands and went on to write at length about the struggles of peasant farming and fishing. One could sum up John Synge as a somewhat enigmatic man who was, physically, unattractive to women but who often sought their favour, usually unsuccessfully. Critics and fellow writers described him as an angry man, clinging on to life as best he could in the face of adversity. Hodgkin’s disease would soon claim his life. He died on the 24th March 1909, aged 37.
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I asked if i got sick and died, would you With my black funeral go, walking too, If you'd stand close to hear them talk or pray While I'm let down in that steep bank of clay.…
(He is Jealous of the Heavens and the Earth) What a grudge I am bearing the earth that has its arms about her, and is holding that face away from me, where I was finding peace fro…
May seven tears in every week, Touch the hollow of you cheek, That I - signed with such a dew - For the Lion's share may sue…
Bring Kateen-beug and Maurya Jude To dance in Beg-Innish, And when the lads (they're in Dunquin) Have sold their crabs and fish,…
One night a score of Erris men, A score I'm told and nine, Said, "We'll get shut of Danny's noise Of girls and widows dyin'.…
Beside a chapel I'd a room looked down, Where all the women from the farms and town, On Holy-days, and Sundays used to pass To marriages, and Christenings and to Mass.…
Thrush, linnet, stare and wren, Brown lark beside the sun, Take thought of kestril, sparrow-hawk, Birdlime and roving gun.…
We heard the thrushes by the shore and sea, And saw the golden star's nativity, Then round we went the lane by Thomas Flynn, Across the church where bones lie out and in;…
In a nook that opened south, You and I Lay mouth to mouth.…
I've thirty months, and that's my pride, Before my age's a double score, Though many lively men have died At twenty-nine or little more.…
Friend of Ronsard, Nashe, and Beaumont, Lark of Ulster, Meath, and Thomond, Heard from Smyrna and Sahara To the surf of Connemara,…
[After reading the dates in a book of Lyrics.] With Fifteen-ninety or Sixteen-sixteen We end Cervantes, Marot, Nashe or Green:…
Still south I went and west and south again, Through Wicklow from the morning till the night, And far from cities, and the sights of men, Lived with the sunshine, and the moon's de…
Seven dog-days we let pass Naming Queens in Glenmacnass, All the rare and royal names Wormy sheepskin yet retains,…
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