Condolence Book for
Antoinette QUINN
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I am full of sadness to hear today of Antoinette's death. I met her in Paris in 2005, where we were both doing residencies at the Centre Culturel Irlandais. Over the 3 months we were there, we had many wonderful conversations about books, writing, painting, France, Ireland, love and survival. We continued these conversations - sadly not often enough- over the years. She had a wonderful incisive intelligence, and it was always a joy to meet her. I will miss her greatly. My condolences to her family.
I do not think of you lying in the wet clay
Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see
You walking down a lane among the poplars
On your way to the station, or happily
Going to second Mass on a summer Sunday –
You meet me and you say:
‘Don’t forget to see about the cattle – ‘
Among your earthiest words the angels stray.
And I think of you walking along a headland
Of green oats in June,
So full of repose, so rich with life –
And I see us meeting at the end of a town.
On a fair day by accident, after
The bargains are all made and we can walk
Together through the shops and stalls and markets
Free in the oriental streets of thought.
O you are not lying in the wet clay,
For it is a harvest evening now and we
Are piling up the ricks against the moonlight
And you smile up at us – eternally.
RIP
..Conor
Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see
You walking down a lane among the poplars
On your way to the station, or happily
Going to second Mass on a summer Sunday –
You meet me and you say:
‘Don’t forget to see about the cattle – ‘
Among your earthiest words the angels stray.
And I think of you walking along a headland
Of green oats in June,
So full of repose, so rich with life –
And I see us meeting at the end of a town.
On a fair day by accident, after
The bargains are all made and we can walk
Together through the shops and stalls and markets
Free in the oriental streets of thought.
O you are not lying in the wet clay,
For it is a harvest evening now and we
Are piling up the ricks against the moonlight
And you smile up at us – eternally.
RIP
..Conor
Word has just reached us here in the eastern Aegean that Antoinette has died. We are so sorry to hear this news and we send our condolences to her sisters and her brother and to her wider family and friends. Antoinette was a kind and beautiful woman. She was a friend to poets and poetry and a brilliant keeper of the legacy of Patrick Kavanagh.
The Quinn family legacy in Irish literature is significant, and Antoinette's contribution was stellar — she gave us the definitive life of Kavanagh, and her edition of his poems has become canonical. Her students always spoke of her in the highest terms as a passionate and wise teacher of literature — no surprise to those of us who enjoyed her extensive learning as much as we enjoyed her warm and witty company.
The Quinn family legacy in Irish literature is significant, and Antoinette's contribution was stellar — she gave us the definitive life of Kavanagh, and her edition of his poems has become canonical. Her students always spoke of her in the highest terms as a passionate and wise teacher of literature — no surprise to those of us who enjoyed her extensive learning as much as we enjoyed her warm and witty company.
Sincere condolences to Antoinette's sisters and brother. As the economics and english departments were near neighbours in the arts building we met frequently. It was always a pleasure. Her election to fellowship in the quatercentenary years of 1992 was so richly deserved and happily celebrated. I regret that due to duties in Leinster House I will be unable to attend at Mount Jerome on Thursday but she and family and friends will be in my thoughts.
My deepest sympathy goes to Antoinette's sisters and her brother Daig. Antoinette is a huge loss to Englinh scholarship, she has left a huge legacy behind especially for Kavanagh scholars. I have personal memories of her as a clever, witty person full of fun and repartee. May she rest in peace.
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