ONE had a lovely face, And two or three had charm, But charm and face were in vain Because the mountain grass Cannot but keep the form

A BLOODY and a sudden end, Gunshot or a noose, For Death who takes what man would keep… Leaves what man would lose. He might have had my sister,

AROUND me the images of thirty years: An ambush; pilgrims at the water-side; Casement upon trial, half hidden by the… Guarded; Griffith staring in hysterical… Kevin O’Higgins’ countenance that wears

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…

Sang old Tom the lunatic That sleeps under the canopy: ‘What change has put my thoughts astray And eyes that had so keen a sight? What has turned to smoking wick

The light of evening, Lissadell, Great windows open to the south, Two girls in silk kimonos, both Beautiful, one a gazelle. But a raving autumn shears

Though the great song return no more There’s keen delight in what we have: The rattle of pebbles on the shore Under the receding wave.

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

Shakespearean fish swam the sea, far awa… Romantic fish swam in nets coming to the… What are all those fish that lie gasping…

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…

HERE is fresh matter, poet, Matter for old age meet; Might of the Church and the State, Their mobs put under their feet. O but heart’s wine shall run pure,

I rage at my own image in the glass, That’s so unlike myself that when you pr… It is as though you praised another, or… Mocked me with praise of my mere opposit… And when I wake towards morn I dread my…