[{"node":{"title":"Boyd133","Collections":"Boyd Letters","Contributor":"Boyd Estate","Coverage":"19 Jan","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Wednesday, March 16, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Boyd133","Item Description":"Letter","Keywords":"Irish Times, Joseph Hone","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/boyd133","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Boyd133_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff2\n\nBallymacash\nLisburn\nN.9\nFriday\n\nDear Bill:\nThanks for the note. Was curious to hear your news.\nSorry about Murlough. But ????????\n9 January, especially with Dylan.\nWell, I'm working hard, in all sorts of ways.\nHad a short elegy in last weeks Irish Times,\n+ it's been praised by Joseph Hone, Yeats's biographer,\nas the best poem in the I.T. for a long time. So I'm\nbeginning to fancy myself as a lyricist + have\nswollen head. Here's a copy - it might interest you.\n\n Death of an Old Woman\nShe'd no adventure in her life\nneither in body nor in mind,\nand after more than sixty years of wifehood,\nher body dry as rind,\nshe died in the sun in May.\n\nThroughout this long last winter she lay\npatiently, with neither hope nor fear;\nand nothing that we might say\nmeant anything to her seer-like\nface, white as the ray\nof light spearing the gay\n","Type":"Text"}}]