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'He reproves the Curlew'
 
O curlew, cry no more in the air, 
Or only to the water in the West; 
Because your crying brings to my mind 
passion-dimmed eyes and long heavy hair 
That was shaken out over my breast: 
There is enough evil in the crying of wind.  
 
W.B.Yeats
 
 
Curlew
 
A wintering visitor to this island, its loud screeching was believed to have heralded stormy weather. The curlew is a wary bird, with an alarmingly significant decline in its population over the last few decades. Likely due to increased afforestation & agricultural improvements, the curlew is under severe threat & is the only Irish bird on the IUCN Red List of Threatened Species.
The Curlew’s distinctively long, drawn out cry gave way to a long-established belief that it whistled for rain. Its lament was said to be a sign of broken weather to come and its plaintive cry so intense & low, it’s been mistaken for an alarm call of a shipwreck. It is no wonder W.B. Yeats, in the embrace of nature, saw its rising lament as a reminder of his lost love.