#Irish #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury
O HURRY where by water among the tree… The delicate-stepping stag and his lady… When they have but looked upon their ima… Would none had ever loved but you and I… Or have you heard that sliding silver-sh…
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
I will arise and go now, and go to Inni… And a small cabin build there, of clay a… Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hiv… And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for…
THERE is a queen in China, or maybe i… And birthdays and holidays such praises… Of her unblemished lineaments, a whitene… That she might be that sprightly girl wh… And there’s a score of duchesses, surpas…
My Soul. I summon to the winding ancien… Set all your mind upon the steep ascent, Upon the broken, crumbling battlement, Upon the breathless starlit air, Upon the star that marks the hidden pole…
#1933 #TheWindingStairAndOtherPoems
LOCKE sank into a swoon; The Garden died; God took the spinning-jenny Out of his side. Where got I that truth?
First Love THOUGH nurtured like the sailing moon In beauty’s murderous brood, She walked awhile and blushed awhile And on my pathway stood
He. Opinion is not worth a rush; In this altar-piece the knight, Who grips his long spear so to push That dragon through the fading light, Loved the lady; and it’s plain
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
O women, kneeling by your altar-rails lo… When songs I wove for my beloved hide t… And smoke from this dead heart drifts th… And covers away the smoke of myrrh and f… Bend down and pray for all that sin I w…
#1899 #TheWindAmongTheReeds
How should the world be luckier if this… Where passion and precision have been on… Time out of mind, became too ruinous To breed the lidleSs eye that loves the… And the sweet laughing eagle thoughts th…
#1910 #TheGreenHelmetAndOtherPoems
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.
A strange thing surely that my heart whe… Upon the Norman upland or in that popla… Should find no burden but itself and yet… It could not bear that burden and theref… The south wind brought it longing, and t…
#1928 #TheTower
That lover of a night Came when he would, Went in the dawning light Whether I would or no; Men come, men go;
Come play with me; Why should you run Through the shaking tree As though I’d a gun To strike you dead?