The Times has paid rich tributes to him.
His 12 lines poem captures the inescapable anxiety caused by the virus and the humanity 's unfailing resilience even at the worst of times.
The poem Everything is going to be Alright.
How should I not be glad to contemplate
The clouds clearing beyond the dorm our window
and a high tide reflected on the ceiling
There will be dying, there will be dying
but there is no need to go into that
The poems flow from the hand unbidden
And the hidden source is the watchful heart
The sun rises in spite of everything
And the far cities are beautiful and bright
I lie here in a riot of sunlight
Watching the day break and the clouds flying
Everything is going to be Alright.
Just a para to capture his crying of the soul and I am mesmerized by it as I sail in the same boat
" Mahon more usually gave the impression that existence was a slog or an obstacle course without winning post....it was as if he were searching for something that he knew could never be found and yes if he didn't keep looking,what was the point?
He didn't drive and never used a mobile phone or the internet. All he required in his later years was a notebook, his type writer , a table and chair, and a view out the window towards the port and the sea beyond..
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