Recently, I watched this amazing film set during the Irish War for Independence (1919-1921) and the Irish Civil War (1922-1923). The Wind That Shakes the Barley won the Palme d'Or (the highest prize awarded to competing films) at the Cannes Film Festival in 2006. It tells the story of two brothers, Teddy and Damien, who join the Irish Republican Army to fight for complete independence from Great Britain. A bit of a warning: the film as a whole was incredibly intense and very difficult to watch at times. After seeing this film, I realize just how little I know of this particular historical period (Irish history wasn't exactly a priority in the American and Department of Defense schools I attended). Some critics claim the film is strikingly anti-British, but overall the film has been well-received by critics and audiences alike.
The film takes its title from the ballad of the same name written by Robert Dwyer Joyce. The lyrics are below:
I sat within a valley green
I sat me with my true love
My sad heart strove to choose between
The old love and the new love
The old for her, the new that made
Me think on Ireland dearly
While soft the wind blew down the glade
And shook the golden barley
Twas hard the woeful words to frame
To break the ties that bound us
But harder still to bear the shame
Of foreign chains around us
And so I said, "The mountain glen
I'll seek at morning early
And join the bold United Men
While soft winds shake the barley"
While sad I kissed away her tears
My fond arms 'round her flinging
The foeman's shot burst on our ears
From out the wildwood ringing
A bullet pierced my true love's side
In life's young spring so early
And on my breast in blood she died
While soft winds shook the barley
I bore her to some mountain stream
And many's the summer blossom
I placed with branches soft and green
About her gore-stained bosom
I wept and kissed her clay-cold corpse
Then rushed o'er vale and valley
My vengeance on the foe to wreak
While soft winds shook the barley
But blood for blood without remorse
I've taken at Oulart Hollow
And laid my true love's clay-cold corpse
Where I full soon may follow
As 'round her grave I wander drear
Noon, night and morning early
With breaking heart when e'er I hear
The wind that shakes the barley
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