One night time, late, over the last years of the Troubles, I used to be driving from the North into the Republic, alongside nation roads and thru darkish villages, with “The Lion and the Cobra,” Sinead O’Connor’s debut album, blasting on the automobile stereo. I used to be singing, fired up by the thrilling vitality of “Mandinka,” after I turned conscious of flashing blue lights.

I finished, turned the music off, wound down the window and commenced to say that I knew I had been dashing and I used to be sorry. The policeman interrupted. It was not that; I had sped by a checkpoint on the border. Had I not seen the troopers?

On Wednesday, Ms. O’Connor’s physique was discovered in a London residence. She was 56. Inconceivable and but so terribly plausible. She had danced on the sting of the darkish all her life.

Auden wrote of Yeats, “Mad Eire harm you into poetry.” Merciless Eire harm Ms. O’Connor into music. She referred to as Eire a theocracy. She was livid that in a rustic that had supposedly fought for and received its freedom, ladies and kids had been so silenced and disempowered. She understood and had skilled ache, neglect and injustice and sang for many who additionally knew these items.

How superb it was within the grim Nineteen Eighties to see Ms. O’Connor onstage, bald, sporting a tutu and Doc Martens, flaunting her pregnant stomach. How liberating to listen to that unearthly voice of a punk angel, swooping and hovering, ferocious one second, sweetly tender the subsequent. She was at all times completely herself.

“Black Boys on Mopeds,” her poignant ballad about hypocrisy, police violence and racism, will at all times remind me of Belfast, Northern Eire, in that period after I labored in a rape disaster middle and it appeared Margaret Thatcher can be the British prime minister endlessly.

In 1992, Ms. O’Connor tore up a photograph of Pope John Paul II throughout an look on “Saturday Night time Dwell,” and other people mentioned she’d ruined her profession. She mentioned it had set her within the route she had at all times wished it to go. She was a protest singer, she defined, not a pop star. Kris Kristofferson stood by her and wrote a riposte to her critics: “Perhaps she’s loopy, possibly she ain’t, however so was Picasso, and so had been the saints.”

On Thursday she was on the entrance pages of all of the Irish newspapers. I’ve been shocked by how stricken I’m. Others have mentioned the identical. “Devastated” is the phrase most used.

On Wednesday night time I watched movies of Ms. O’Connor performing and skim among the tributes on social media. Two stood out for me. One quoted the Yeats poem that impressed her extraordinary “Troy”: “What may have made her peaceable with a thoughts/That nobleness made easy as a fireplace. … Why, what may she have accomplished, being what she is?/Was there one other Troy for her to burn?”

One other was from Girls’s Support Eire: “Thanks Sinéad. On your fearless voice and brave gentle. You actually challenged an Eire, and a world, that stifled ladies, kids and anybody who didn’t conform.”

In a statement on Wednesday, Michael D. Higgins, Eire’s president, spoke of her “fearless dedication” to exposing uncomfortable truths. Eire is bereft. We really feel that she was ours. However there is similar dawning realization that got here after the demise of Seamus Heaney in 2013; Ms. O’Connor was not Eire’s alone, neither is the loss.

A few days earlier than she died, I used to be sorting by some papers and located the tickets I had purchased for my daughter, Caitlin, and me to see Ms. O’Connor carry out on the Botanic Gardens in Belfast. I purchased the tickets as Caitlin’s Christmas current in 2019. There have been two pairs of tickets within the drawer, as a result of Caitlin had the identical thought for my current.

The present ought to have been in June 2020, however lockdown bought in the way in which. We had been hoping the tour can be rescheduled. Pals who noticed her in Dublin talked about what very good type she was in, how superb it was to listen to her sing “Nothing Compares 2 U,” the viewers singing together with her. They mentioned you could possibly see her delight as she realized they had been singing it to her.

I met her as soon as, briefly. She was with a courageous and eloquent man who was a survivor of clerical abuse. She stood beside him, tiny in a giant brown duffle coat. She smiled at me, the massive, dazzling eyes alight.