#Irish #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury
The First. My great-grandfather spoke t… In Grattan’s house. The Second. My great-grandfather shared A pot-house bench with Oliver Goldsmith… The Third. My great-grandfather’s fathe…
#1933 #TheWindingStairAndOtherPoems
DO not because this day I have grown sa… Imagine that lost love, inseparable from… Because I have no other youth, can make… For how should I forget the wisdom that… The comfort that you made? Although my…
My love, we will go, we will go, I and… And away in the woods we will scatter th… And the salmon behold, and the ousel too… My love, we will hear, I and you, we wi… The calling afar of the doe and the deer…
I KNOW that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not hate, Those that I guard I do not love; My county is Kiltartan Cross,
THE cat went here and there And the moon spun round like a top, And the nearest kin of the moon, The creeping cat, looked up. Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
The true faith discovered was When painted panel, statuary. Glass-mosaic, window-glass, Amended what was told awry By some peasant gospeller;
#1928 #TheTower
ON the grey rock of Cashel the mind’s e… Has called up the cold spirits that are… When the old moon is vanished from the s… And the new still hides her horn. Under blank eyes and fingers never still
WAS it the double of my dream The woman that by me lay Dreamed, or did we halve a dream Under the first cold gleam of day? I thought: ‘There is a waterfall
A MOST astonishing thing— Seventy years have I lived; (Hurrah for the flowers of Spring, For Spring is here again.) Seventy years have I lived
I THOUGHT no more was needed Youth to prolong Than dumb-bell and foil To keep the body young. Oh, who could have foretold
#1919 #TheWildSwansAtCoole
‘Never shall a young man, Thrown into despair By those great honey-coloured Ramparts at your ear, Love you for yourself alone
I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing,
#1899 #Ballad #RhymedStanza #TheWindAmongTheReeds
When Loie Fuller’s Chinese dancers enw… A shining web, a floating ribbon of clot… It seemed that a dragon of air Had fallen among dancers, had whirled th… Or hurried them off on its own furious p…
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,
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
