#Irish #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury
I bring you with reverent hands The books of my numberless dreams, White woman that passion has worn As the tide wears the dove-grey sands, And with heart more old than the horn
#1899 #TheWindAmongTheReeds
I HEARD the old, old men say, ‘Everything alters, And one by one we drop away.’ They had hands like claws, and their kne… Were twisted like the old thorn-trees
BECAUSE I am mad about women I am mad about the hills,’ Said that wild old wicked man Who travels where God wills. ‘Not to die on the straw at home.
The unpurged images of day recede; The Emperor’s drunken soldiery are abed… Night resonance recedes, night-walkers’… After great cathedral gong; A starlit or a moonlit dome disdains
#1933 #TheWindingStairAndOtherPoems
Earth in beauty dressed Awaits returning spring. All true love must die, Alter at the best Into some lesser thing.
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.
Out-Worn heart, in a time out-worn, Come clear of the nets of wrong and righ… Laugh, heart, again in the grey twilight… Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the mor… Your mother Eire is aways young,
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
FATHER AND CHILD SHE hears me strike the board and say That she is under ban Of all good men and women, Being mentioned with a man
Like the moon her kindness is, If kindness I may call What has no comprehension in’t, But is the same for all As though my sorrow were a scene
#1928 #TheTower
THE Roaring Tinker if you like, But Mannion is my name, And I beat up the common sort And think it is no shame. The common breeds the common,
Edain came out of Midhir’s hill, and la… Beside young Aengus in his tower of gla… Where time is drowned in odour-laden win… And Druid moons, and murmuring of bough… And sleepy boughs, and boughs where appl…
When the flaming lute-thronged angelic d… When an immortal passion breathes in mor… Our hearts endure the scourge, the plait… Crowded with bitter faces, the wounds in… The vinegar-heavy sponge, the flowers by…
‘WHAT have I earned for all that work,… ‘For all that I have done at my own cha… The daily spite of this unmannerly town, Where who has served the most is most de… The reputation of his lifetime lost
Hidden by old age awhile In masker’s cloak and hood, Each hating what the other loved, Face to face we stood: ‘That I have met with such,’ said he,