Rainseautear

By Simon Francis Hambrook

In the last moments before his death at a waterfall, a young Native American man senses he is falling and speaks. Due to his rich and hidden beauty and because of justice in the universe he is given the power to speak to us from timelessness. In his memories and dreams he can then share with us both his mortality ....... and his eternity.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Simon Francis Hambrook
• Release date: Dec 23, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466072176

Simon Francis Hambrook

Simon Francis Hambrook has performed poetry at the Féile Na Bealtaine Arts and Literature Festival, held in An Daingean, Ireland, 2008. Here he performed alongside the Estonian poets Kristiina Ehin and Livia Viitol. He also received a written imprimatur by the Director of the festival. Simon has had poetry published in Neon Highway magazine, and also online at Voicesnet.com Simon has had excerpts from his book 'The White Strand (Blasket Island Recollections)', and his Dream Play about Dylan Thomas 'Things That Never Happen In The Mountains' published in 'Green Dragon Magazine'. Simon soon plans to publish 'The White Strand' - which details his unusual upbringing on the Great Blasket Island, and his later return to this isolated island in the Atlantic in 1999.

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Rainseautear

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Simon Francis Hambrook

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A place called Rainseautear.

Cherishing

- I knew it as a child.

I knew the promotion of light.

In images that ran within streams

to arrive as brightness’s now in form.

Long arch of trees branches,

the rivers peaceful swell,

and the cradled perfume of the seeds

– all this seemed somehow as an infinite touch to me.

As though the closest light created them.

And in the heart of this listening of mine

was always a heart speaking in silence,

what seemed . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . all power.

And when this child and this heart

arrived in that special place before the waterfall;

in the wood before the great and open light,

that place I call Rainseautear,

and as my eyes glided down in the clean,

bright pattern of water,

a found