{"id":5829,"date":"2013-12-05T23:38:10","date_gmt":"2013-12-05T23:38:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/?p=5829"},"modified":"2013-12-06T15:42:34","modified_gmt":"2013-12-06T15:42:34","slug":"daniel-cleary-fireside","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/2013\/12\/daniel-cleary-fireside\/","title":{"rendered":"Daniel Cleary: “Fireside”"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I “met” Daniel Cleary <\/strong>over Facebook. He lives in Chicago and we know people in common so it is surprising I have not met him in reality. I enjoy his posts, whether they are his original paintings (Dan is a visual artist) or his own poems or work by Yeats.\u00a0 He posted this poem as a Thanksgiving wish, and, admiring it, I asked if I could post it here too.\u00a0 Daniel Cleary<\/strong> was nice enough to let me use it and mentioned that “Fireside” <\/strong>received an honorable mention in a contest sponsored by the W. B. Yeats Society of New York<\/strong><\/a>, which was judged by Samuel Menashe<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

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Fireside<\/strong><\/span>
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\nHistory can probably tell us when<\/span>
\nOur ancestors first gathered round a fire<\/span>
\nTo meet and converse, and, when first began<\/span>
\nThose songs accompanied by flute and lyre<\/span>
\nThat helped to keep the threatening night at bay<\/span>
\nAnd bring those gathered even closer yet.<\/span>
\nMuch in the same way it goes on today.<\/span><\/p>\n

No matter how brilliant or advanced we get,<\/span>
\nSomething inside us, still, keeps calling back<\/span>
\nTo when we gathered round those winter nights<\/span>
\nAnd watched the flames, and kept ourselves awake<\/span>
\nWith songs and stories; content, by our lights,<\/span>
\nWith simple pleasures— glad to have lit a spark,<\/span>
\nHowever small, against the crowding dark.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a9 Daniel Cleary <\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n

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Daniel Cleary <\/strong>was born in Tipperary Town, Ireland and grew up there, and lived for a few years in London, England, before moving to Chicago in 1968. <\/span>His <\/span>first passion was painting, but he always loved poetry; “though I never considered myself a writer.<\/span><\/span>” He has <\/span>two books: The Green Ribbon<\/em><\/strong> (Wyndham Hall Press) and Elegy for James Gerard and Other Poems for the Larger Voice<\/strong><\/em> (Fractal Edge Press<\/a>). If you’d like to see Daniel’s paintings, check out his website<\/a>.<\/span><\/p>\n

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  I “met” Daniel Cleary over Facebook. He lives in Chicago and we know people in common so it is surprising I have not met him in reality. I enjoy his posts, whether they are his original paintings (Dan is a visual artist) or his own poems or work by Yeats.\u00a0 He posted this poem […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[1884,1879,1882,12,524,1883,1483,1887,7,16,1881,1880,1886,32],"class_list":{"0":"post-5829","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-guest-posts","7":"tag-cozy","8":"tag-daniel-cleary","9":"tag-elegy-for-james-gerard-and-other-poems","10":"tag-ellen-wade-beals","11":"tag-facebook","12":"tag-fireside","13":"tag-ireland","14":"tag-oil-paintings","15":"tag-solace","16":"tag-solace-in-so-many-words","17":"tag-the-green-ribbon","18":"tag-tipperary-town","19":"tag-visual-arts","20":"tag-weighed-words","21":"entry","22":"has-post-thumbnail"},"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5829","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5829"}],"version-history":[{"count":28,"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5829\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5859,"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5829\/revisions\/5859"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5829"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5829"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5829"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}