'Refuge Resulte' This new poem (Refuge Resulte) was commissioned by St Canice's Church, Eglinton to mark the 200th anniversary of the building of their new church. Read at a public lecture in the church on 17th May 2022. The video on the right has an interview with Sam Burnside before the poem is read.

'The Place that Lies Between' Poems commissioned and Published by Culmore Historical Society Poems Include: The Long View   The Importance of Angles Seasons   Blood Lines Hail, The Man Who Invented Crossroads   Survivalist  Fisherman A Culmore Year Elagh

'Brackfield Bawn' On Being in Brackfield Memorial Woods by Sam Burnside Published by Lapwing Poetry, Belfast, ISBN 978-1-910855-63-8 A forthcoming collection of poems The poems contained in this collection were written during a year-long period when the author was invited by the Woodland Trust and its Brackfield Advisory Committee to explore the place and spirit in

'Forms of Freedom' by Sam Burnside ISBN 978-1-910855-00-0 Lapwing Publications Publication date 14th November 2015 Considerations of freedom, its meanings and its contradictions, have for long lain at the heart of human discourse. In these poems Sam Burnside explores some of the notions that arise from the tensions he discovers on battlefields and in farm-fields, in

'The Recorder' From THE RECORDER, The Journal of the American Irish Historical Society, Volume 12, No. 2, Fall 1999. pp 36-53 Diary My Book of Days I am conscious of not having done enough, beyond keeping going, of not saying what I should

'Mice' By Sam Burnside 'Mice' or 'Will the real rats stand up'.

'The Poetry and Processing of Anger' By Sam Burnside unpublished Isn’t there something pathetically pitiful when any man decides to interrupt the eternal plan of God and end a human life completely out of season?1 Fr John McCullagh, BBC Radio Ulster Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance. Robert Frost What legitimatisation does

'Nightingales and Crows' By Sam Burnside 1 January, 2007 (from a suggestion made by Bronagh) A comfortable gathering on this first day Of this new New Year that has fallen upon us: An unusual coitus of friends and relations, gathered At the big table, dining off Granny’s duck soup, Off the cheese and bread, off her

'Between One Day and Another' From A Crazy Knot 1996 We are just on that verge Between Autumn and Winter We are just within that balance When day is not yet night. The air hangs over our heads And shoulders; it is heavy Still with smells, sounds and warmth Here, between hill and lough. From an

'Weather-Wise' By Sam Burnside A city is a place of wall within wall within wall: There is no elbow room in pigeon holes There is no legroom in pads (behind brown doors, Up steep stairs); there is no headroom in squats. No scope in the the nook and cranny arenas Of backyard and court-yard. Large bodies,

'Silence' By Sam Burnside When my dry dust, Scattered at evening time, Blindly, in fisted hand And arm stiff with rage and despair, Settles on cool water, The final binding together will be lost If calmness is lost. All that gone, too – For time loses all Documentation of public memory And even monuments to private

'Fissure' By Sam Burnside 20/01/2011 Then, when it is all over here when I am parked on the border between two worlds, held in that inscrutable gaze, when I am laid aside and just waiting, netted, as it were, laid out on grass, and impatient to be gathered up the willow rods bent, webbed, laced and