On this day 100 years ago a group of poets, writers and artists led an uprising against the British Empire in Dublin. Their goal was Irish independence after some 800 years. The subsequent independence of Ireland can not be said to have anything to do with the military act of these men and women but in the symbolism. Their role was that of the sacrificial animal in the symbolical awakening of the heart of Ireland where it lay sleeping in the mass of the people. Here to mark the day is a relevant poem by the leader of the revolt the poet and schoolmaster Padraig Pearse:

The Mother

I do not grudge them: Lord, I do not grudge
My two strong sons that I have seen go out
To break their strength and die, they and a few,
In bloody protest for a glorious thing,
They shall be spoken of among their people,
The generations shall remember them,
And call them blessed;
But I will speak their names to my own heart
In the long nights;
The little names that were familiar once
Round my dead hearth.
Lord, thou art hard on mothers:
We suffer in their coming and their going;
And tho’ I grudge them not, I weary, weary
Of the long sorrow-And yet I have my joy:
My sons were faithful, and they fought.

 

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