#Irish #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury
COME swish around, my pretty punk, And keep me dancing still That I may stay a sober man Although I drink my fill. Sobriety is a jewel
While I wrought out these fitful Danaan… My heart would brim with dreams about th… When we bent down above the fading coals And talked of the dark folk who live in… Of passionate men, like bats in the dead…
Kusta Ben Luka is my name, I write To Abd Al-Rabban; fellow-roysterer onc… Now the good Caliph’s learned Treasurer… And for no ear but his. Carry this letter
#1928 #TheTower
Shepherd. That cry’s from the first cuc… I wished before it ceased. Goatherd. Nor bird nor bea… Could make me wish for anything this day… Being old, but that the old alone might…
We sat together at one summer’s end, That beautiful mild woman, your close fr… And you and I, and talked of poetry. I said, ‘A line will take us hours mayb… Yet if it does not seem a moment’s thoug…
#ArsPoetica
DANCE there upon the shore; What need have you to care For wind or water’s roar? And tumble out your hair That the salt drops have wet;
“Would it were anything but merely voice… The No King cried who after that was K… Because he had not heard of anything That balanced with a word is more than n… Yet Old Romance being kind, let him pre…
#1910 #TheGreenHelmetAndOtherPoems
PICTURE and book remain, An acre of green grass For air and exercise, Now strength of body goes; Midnight, an old house
The host is riding from Knocknarea And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare; Caoilte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling Away, come away: Empty your heart of its mortal dream.
#1899 #TheWindAmongTheReeds
Dry timber under that rich foliage, At wine-dark midnight in the sacred wood… Too old for a man’s love I stood in rag… Imagining men. Imagining that I could A greater with a lesser pang assuage
ON thrones from China to Peru All sorts of kings have sat That men and women of all sorts proclaimed both good and great; And what’s the odds if such as these
Who will go drive with Fergus now, And pierce the deep wood’s woven shade, And dance upon the level shore? Young man, lift up your russet brow, And lift your tender eyelids, maid,
'Love is all Unsatisfied That cannot take the whole Body and soul’; And that is what Jane said.
I saw a staring virgin stand Where holy Dionysus died, And tear the heart out of his side. And lay the heart upon her hand And bear that beating heart away;
Old fathers, great-grandfathers, Rise as kindred should. If ever lover’s loneliness Came where you stood, Pray that Heaven protect us