Unsurprisingly, in my treatment of Haicéad’s last poem, on being forbidden to write Irish verse, I will be referring to Kinsella’s translation. You will have to forgive my blatant favoritism of this, the last of Haicéad’s work. But it seems to me, unlike his political work or his romantic work, this poem tells the truth of Haicéad. While his use of a battle metaphor is much like most of his other work, however, the end of the poem does not call for victory in those terms, so that if the prayer at the end of #49 to God asks for victory, it does so in moral not temporal terms; Haicead asks for judgement, admittedly a negative one, rather than the death of his enemies.
He begins by learning the news of a ‘decent’ man, which, as I have said, only contrasts with his description of clergy as ‘arrogant’ and ‘malignant,’ not to mention ‘bald.’ Clearly, that last offense is the last straw (also, likely a twice-fold pun, playing with the clerical tonsure and the meaning of bald as bluntly or even rudely honest). On account of this, while the poet would like to do battle, he cannot, for ‘the time is past’ ‘when the edge of [his] intellect was a thing to fear,’ so that the poet ‘will not spring at the flank of their argument,’ unlike so many times before (cf #48, #35, #13). Rather, the poet ‘stitch[s] my mouth up with a twisted string,’ where not only will he ‘say no word about their mean complaining,’ but to the point of stitching his mouth shut, not simply with thread but of heavier, graver sort, that of ‘twisted string.’
And what he beseeches ‘Oh my God’ is not simply death, but to ‘condemn,’ which is not the same thing entirely. Here is the poet’s request for judgement, not merely victory for this side or that. But he has already told of us the weight of this betrayal, that the clerics are a ‘herd of narrow censors,’ where ‘narrow’ is derogatory, particularly compared to the ‘subtle paths’ of Gaelic (consider the difference in ‘paths’ and ‘narrow,’ where the implication of one is way finding, and the other is the opposite) . The moral character of this insult is only eclipsed by his description of them as a ‘herd,’ that they are more akin to a group of animals than to rational men. For a man who would have and did do battle with nothing more than his tongue and his wits, this is probably the greatest retort he could muster, save of course, the last lines of the last poem, of the last prayer he wrote. Clearly, while the pen may be mightier than the sword, the last of Haicéad shows that he well knew—there are things, or rather more truly, beings mightier still indeed.