#Irish #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury
I passed along the water’s edge below th… My spirit rocked in evening light, the r… My spirit rocked in sleep and sighs; and… All dripping on a grassy slope, and saw… Each other round in circles, and heard t…
#1889 #TheWanderingsOfOisinAndOtherPoems
That crazed girl improvising her music. Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from itself Climbing, falling She knew not where, Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
A MAN that had six mortal wounds, a ma… Violent and famous, strode among the dea… Eyes stared out of the branches and were… Then certain Shrouds that muttered head… Came and were gone. He leant upon a tr…
We, who seven years ago Talked of honour and of truth, Shriek with pleasure if we show The weasel’s twist, the weasel’s tooth.
He. Never until this night have I been… The elaborate starlight throws a reflect… On the dark stream, Till all the eddies gleam; And thereupon there comes that scream
These are the clouds about the fallen su… The majesty that shuts his burning eye: The weak lay hand on what the strong has… Till that be tumbled that was lifted hig… And discord follow upon unison,
#1910 #TheGreenHelmetAndOtherPoems
AND thus declared that Arab lady: ‘Last night, where under the wild moon On grassy mattress I had laid me, Within my arms great Solomon, I suddenly cried out in a strange tongue
MAY God be praised for woman That gives up all her mind, A man may find in no man A friendship of her kind That covers all he has brought
Now must I these three praise— Three women that have wrought What joy is in my days: One because no thought, Nor those unpassing cares,
A MAN I praise that once in Tara’s Ha… Said to the woman on his knees, ‘Lie st… My hundredth year is at an end. I thin… That something is about to happen, I th… That the adventure of old age begins.
IF you have revisited the town, thin Sh… Whether to look upon your monument (I wonder if the builder has been paid) Or happier-thoughted when the day is spe… To drink of that salt breath out of the…
Now, man of croziers, shadows called our… And then away, away, like whirling flame… And now fled by, mist-covered, without s… The youth and lady and the deer and houn… ‘Gaze no more on the phantoms,’ Niamh s…
Do you not hear me calling, white deer w… I have been changed to a hound with one… I have been in the Path of Stones and t… For somebody hid hatred and hope and des… Under my feet that they follow you night…
#1899 #TheWindAmongTheReeds
A little Indian temple in the Golden A… that the forest. Anashuya, the young pri… temple. Anashuya. Send peace on all the lands a… O, may tranquillity walk by his elbow
Overcome—O bitter sweetness, Inhabitant of the soft cheek of a girl— The rich man and his affairs, The fat flocks and the fields’ fatness, Mariners, rough harvesters;