As Ireland gears up for the onslaught of tourists for St Patrick’s Day (17th March) it struck me that this would be my third St. Patrick’s Day here in this beautiful city of Dublin. Every year, for 2 to 3 days Dublin is turned into a heaving mass of green as tourists throng from all over, dressed in emerald shades, to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. Parades wind their way through the city till midday after which the revelry continues in pubs and restaurants till late evening. It’s fun, a riot.
Like me, Louis MacNiece was “not born or bred/Nor schooled here” but Dublin “holds my mind” for its prettiness, and its friendly people. Enjoy the poem, and Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
