Little Stories

Little Prints


Ger Kennedy




Too long a sacrifice 

Can make a stone of the heart,

O when may it suffice?

That is Heaven’s part, our part

To murmur name upon name,

As a mother names her child

When sleep at last has come

On limbs that had run wild. 

What is it but nightfall?”



(from Easter 1916, W B Yeats)

''Limbs that had run wild', Etching