While I still have essays to grade and a final exam to give tomorrow at 8:00, I'm thinking about Ireland. Maybe because I have said work to do, I'm thinking of Ireland. Don't brood. Dance.
Mercyhurst College will be sending 32 students and faculty for a term in Dungarvan Ireland during the spring term of 2010. I will be joining them after midterms. I'm thinking it would be nice to have a place to keep track of our experiences. Thus, the "Irish Hurst" blog you are now reading.
A warning, though, because this is my first blog attempt. It might be an adventure or it might be a slog. Anyone willing to tag along?
Who Goes With Fergus?
Who will go drive with Fergus now,
And pierce the deep wood's woven shade,
And dance upon the level shore?
Young man, lift up your russet brow,
And lift your tender eyelids, maid,
And brood on hopes and fear no more.
And no more turn aside and brood
Upon love's bitter mystery;
For Fergus rules the brazen cars,
And rules the shadows of the wood,
And the white breast of the dim sea
And all dishevelled wandering stars.
-Yeats
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