#Irish #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury
AROUND me the images of thirty years: An ambush; pilgrims at the water-side; Casement upon trial, half hidden by the… Guarded; Griffith staring in hysterical… Kevin O’Higgins’ countenance that wears
‘TIME to put off the world and go some… And find my health again in the sea air,… Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-str… ‘And make my soul before my pate is bare… ’And get a comfortable wife and house
All things uncomely and broken, all thin… The cry of a child by the roadway, the c… The heavy steps of the ploughman, splash… Are wronging your image that blossoms a… The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong…
#1899 #TheWindAmongTheReeds
THE old brown thorn-trees break in two… Under a bitter black wind that blows fro… Our courage breaks like an old tree in a… But we have hidden in our hearts the fla… Of Cathleen, the daughter of Houlihan.
Once, when midnight smote the air, Eunuchs ran through Hell and met On every crowded street to stare Upon great Juan riding by: Even like these to rail and sweat
NOW all the truth is out, Be secret and take defeat From any brazen throat, For how can you compete, Being honour bred, with one
O WHAT has made that sudden noise? What on the threshold stands? It never crossed the sea because John Bull and the sea are friends; But this is not the old sea
A PITY beyond all telling Is hid in the heart of love: The folk who are buying and selling, The clouds on their journey above, The cold wet winds ever blowing,
The Heavenly Circuit; Berenice’s Hair; Tent-pole of Eden; the tent’s drapery; Symbolical glory of thc earth and air! The Father and His angelic hierarchy That made the magnitude and glory there
#1933 #TheWindingStairAndOtherPoems
Come let us mock at the great That had such burdens on the mind And toiled so hard and late To leave some monument behind, Nor thought of the levelling wind.
Although crowds gathered once if she but… And even old men’s eyes grew dim, this h… Like some last courtier at a gypsy campi… Babbling of fallen majesty, records what… The lineaments, a heart that laughter ha…
THERE all the golden codgers lay, There the silver dew, And the great water sighed for love, And the wind sighed too. Man-picker Niamh leant and sighed
DEAR fellow-artist, why so free With every sort of company, With every Jack and Jill? Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest
WE have cried in our despair That men desert, For some trivial affair Or noisy, insolent sport, Beauty that we have won
