#Irish #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury
PROCESSIONS that lack high stilts h… What if my great-granddad had a pair tha… And mine were but fifteen foot, no moder… Some rogue of the world stole them to pa… Because piebald ponies, led bears, caged…
‘What do you make so fair and bright?’ ‘I make the cloak of Sorrow: O lovely to see in all men’s sight Shall be the cloak of Sorrow, In all men’s sight.’
#1889 #TheWanderingsOfOisinAndOtherPoems
Nor dread nor hope attend A dying animal; A man awaits his end Dreading and hoping all; Many times he died,
#1933 #TheWindingStairAndOtherPoems
TOIL and grow rich, What’s that but to lie With a foul witch And after, drained dry, To be brought
‘THOUGH logic choppers rule the town, And every man and maid and boy Has marked a distant object down, An aimless joy is a pure joy,’ Or so did Tom O’Roughley say
HOW came this ranger Now sunk in rest, Stranger with strangcr. On my cold breast? What’s left to Sigh for?
I HAVE heard the pigeons of the Seven… Make their faint thunder, and the garden… Hum in the lime-tree flowers; and put aw… The unavailing outcries and the old bitt… That empty the heart. I have forgot awh…
I DREAMED that one had died in a str… Near no accustomed hand, And they had nailed the boards above her… The peasants of that land, Wondering to lay her in that solitude,
BIRD sighs for the air, Thought for I know not where, For the womb the seed sighs. Now sinks the same rest On mind, on nest,
NOW that we’re almost settled in our ho… I’ll name the friends that cannot sup wi… Beside a fire of turf in the ancient tow… And having talked to some late hour Climb up the narrow winding stair to bed…
I have met them at close of day Coming with vivid faces From counter or desk among grey Eighteenth-century houses. I have passed with a nod of the head
FIVE-AND-TWENTY years have gone Since old William Pollexfen Laid his strong bones down in death By his wife Elizabeth In the grey stone tomb he made.
III Slim adolescence that a nymph has stripp… Peleus on Thetis stares. Her limbs are delicate as an eyelid, Love has blinded him with tears;
There was a man whom Sorrow named his F… And he, of his high comrade Sorrow drea… Went walking with slow steps along the g… And humming Sands, where windy surges w… And he called loudly to the stars to ben…
Hunchback. STAND up and lift your han… A man that finds great bitterness In thinking of his lost renown. A Roman Caesar is held down Under this hump.