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This collection of poems celebrates the wild beauty of Connaught, the old province in the West of Ireland. Though its rugged coastline, its mountains and glens are often lonely places, those lucky enough to have been born there remember it as a magical, cherished place. These are the poems of childhood, the kind of poems learned in school and half-forgotten. Some are in the native Irish tongue. The poets are, for the most part, native to Connaught. The photographs, like the place itself, have a haunting beauty about them.
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