3: Poems about Bloody Sunday
To read poetry is to experience the emotions of a day never lived. In the collection of Bloody Sunday poetry, a particular poem by Seamus Deane titled “After Derry” stands out. In comparison to the others, “After Derry” is short which makes it an appealing real to those uninterested in the time dedication of reading. The title itself has an eerie ambiance to it reminding the reader that life continued on, but it did not move as comfortably as before. Arguably the most compelling line of the poem, Deane states “death had become a form of doubt. Now it was moving like a missionary through the collapsed cities converting all it came among” simply yet flawlessly translating how traumatic Bloody Sunday was for those who survived and had to walk through a ghost town of loved ones. These poems are a great insight to the emotional struggle and aftermath of Bloody Sunday.