Frasi di Bobby Sands

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Origine: L'allodola e il combattente per la libertà, p. 91

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Origine: È una frase gaelica che significa "Verrà il nostro giorno", e si riferisce al giorno in cui l'Irlanda sarà nuovamente unita e libera dall'ingerenza britannica.
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The Rhythm of Time
Contesto: It is found in every light of hope,
It knows no bounds nor space
It has risen in red and black and white,
It is there in every race. It lies in the hearts of heroes dead,
It screams in tyrants’ eyes,
It has reached the peak of mountains high,
It comes searing ‘cross the skies. It lights the dark of this prison cell,
It thunders forth its might,
It is "the undauntable thought", my friend,
That thought that says "I'm right!"

Republican News http://larkspirit.com/hungerstrikes/bios/sands.html, (16 December 1978) <br class="br">Other writings <br class="br">Contesto: I was only a working-class boy from a Nationalist ghetto, but it is repression that creates the revolutionary spirit of freedom. I shall not settle until I achieve liberation of my country, until Ireland becomes a sovereign, independent socialist republic.

The Rhythm of Time
Contesto: It wept by the waters of Babylon,
And when all men were a loss,
It screeched in writhing agony,
And it hung bleeding from the Cross. It died in Rome by lion and sword,
And in defiant cruel array,
When the deathly word was ‘Spartacus’
Along the Appian Way.

The Rhythm of Time
Contesto: There’s an inner thing in every man,
Do you know this thing my friend?
It has withstood the blows of a million years,
And will do so to the end. It was born when time did not exist,
And it grew up out of life,
It cut down evil’s strangling vines,
Like a slashing searing knife.

The Rhythm of Time
Contesto: It is found in every light of hope,
It knows no bounds nor space
It has risen in red and black and white,
It is there in every race. It lies in the hearts of heroes dead,
It screams in tyrants’ eyes,
It has reached the peak of mountains high,
It comes searing ‘cross the skies. It lights the dark of this prison cell,
It thunders forth its might,
It is "the undauntable thought", my friend,
That thought that says "I'm right!"

"Modern Times"
Poetry, Miscellaneous poems

Diary entry, (17 March 1981), translated from the original Irish, in Skylark Sing your Lonely Song : An Anthology of the Writings of Bobby Sands (1991)
Other writings

Diary entry, (17 March 1981), translated from the original Irish, in Skylark Sing your Lonely Song : An Anthology of the Writings of Bobby Sands (1991)
Other writings
Contesto: They won't break me because the desire for freedom, and the freedom of the Irish people, is in my heart. The day will dawn when all the people of Ireland will have the desire for freedom to show. It is then we'll see the rising of the moon.

Vol. Bobby Sands, Provisional Irish Republican Army (1981)
Other writings

Dear Mum

Diary entry http://larkspirit.com/hungerstrikes/diary.html, (1 March 1981), the first day of his hunger strike, in Skylark Sing your Lonely Song : An Anthology of the Writings of Bobby Sands (1991). <br class="br">Other writings

The Rhythm of Time

On his experience in solitary confinement in prison, in An Phoblacht/Republican News (1978), under the pseudonym "Marcella."
Other writings

Trilogy, pt.3
Poetry, Miscellaneous poems

Trilogy, pt. 3 "Torture at H Block"
Poetry, Miscellaneous poems

"Comrades in the Dark"
Poetry, Miscellaneous poems

"A Place to Rest"
Poetry, Miscellaneous poems

"Modern Times"
Poetry, Miscellaneous poems

Trilogy, pt.1
Poetry, Miscellaneous poems

Poetry, Dear Mum

Poetry, The Rhythm of Time

Republican News http://larkspirit.com/hungerstrikes/bios/sands.html, (16 December 1978) <br class="br">Other writings