I am Kelly Jean, Kelly, or just plain KJ and I welcome you to my website. Perhaps, you can tell by my name that I am Irish. While I was not born in Ireland, I can tell you truthfully that Ireland is a mystical, magical place across the world from me but somehow manages to keep my heart and remains a part of my soul. I have a love of all things Irish and Celtic and so I will begin my page with a poem by a wonderful poet from Wales.
"Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night"
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning, they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frails deeds might have danced in a green bay.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and snag the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse me, bless me, now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
~~Dylan Thomas~~
....and yet another by an inimitable poet from Ireland.
"Ode"
We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams,
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams;
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For eash age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.
~~Arthur O'Shaughnessy~~
The Hyland family coat of arms as provided by the good people at Ireland-Information Site.
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~~Dylan Thomas~~
We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams,
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams;
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For eash age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.
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~~Arthur O'Shaughnessy~~
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Created 02-14-98 by KJH
Updated 10-06-99 at 6:30 p.m.
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