[{"node":{"title":"Greacen008","Collections":"Unpublished Poems","Contributor":"Greacen Estate","Coverage":"19 Jan","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Wednesday, March 16, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Greacen008","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"One day last August","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/greacen008","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/Greacen008_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffOne Day Last August\n\nOne day last August, travelling by bus to Annslong,\nPast fields brown-pimpled with haycocks,\nAnd whitewashed rectangular houses,\nI tried - expatriate now - to overhear\nThe homely rhythms that these people use\nAs running murmur to a simple way of life\nThrough their world's wilderness of tangled hate\nI tried to see the obverse of the coins\nThat tinkle brash in every little till\nAnd echo that intolerance I knew too well.\nThen came the answer on that August day:\nIf you would find the virtue of this place\nThen search it out in tidy village streets\nAnd in the narrow, stone-walled fields,\nFor there these people build in quietness,\nFar from the politicians vulgar rant\nThat tears the fabric of this land.\n","Type":"Text"}}]