For about 10 years Hartnett wrote only in Irish describing English as 'the perfect language to sell pigs in‘. This move severely restricted his readership and in monetary terms cost him dearly but it shows the integrity of the man in his chosen craft. He died in 1999. ~ Gerard O'Shea ~
Through my childhood skylight
And close my eyes and dream for fifty years,
Re-living every set-back, every high-light;
I open my eyes and there’s the Evening Star.
And suddenly it’s twilight.