#Irish #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury #1933 #TheWindingStairAndOtherPoems
Epilogue to 'A Vision’ Midnight has come, and the great Christ… And may a lesser bell sound through the… And it is All Souls’ Night, And two long glasses brimmed with muscat…
#1928 #TheTower
HURRAH for revolution and more cannon… A beggar upon horseback lashes a beggar… Hurrah for revolution and cannon come ag… The beggars have changed places, but the…
NOW all the truth is out, Be secret and take defeat From any brazen throat, For how can you compete, Being honour bred, with one
A man came slowly from the setting sun, To Emer, raddling raiment in her dun, And said, “I am that swineherd whom you… Go watch the road between the wood and t… But now I have no need to watch it more…
O heart, be at peace, because Nor knave nor dolt can break What’s not for their applause, Being for a woman’s sake. Enough if the work has seemed,
#1910 #TheGreenHelmetAndOtherPoems
AND thus declared that Arab lady: ‘Last night, where under the wild moon On grassy mattress I had laid me, Within my arms great Solomon, I suddenly cried out in a strange tongue
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
While I, that reed-throated whisperer Who comes at need, although not now as o… A clear articulation in the air, But inwardly, surmise companions Beyond the fling of the dull ass’s hoof
The unpurged images of day recede; The Emperor’s drunken soldiery are abed… Night resonance recedes, night-walkers’… After great cathedral gong; A starlit or a moonlit dome disdains
#1933 #TheWindingStairAndOtherPoems
Were you but lying cold and dead, And lights were paling out of the West, You would come hither, and bend your hea… And I would lay my head on your breast; And you would murmur tender words,
#1899 #TheWindAmongTheReeds
ALL the heavy days are over; Leave the body’s coloured pride Underneath the grass and clover, With the feet laid side by side. One with her are mirth and duty;
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…
She hears me strike the board and say That she is under ban Of all good men and women, Being mentioned with a man That has the worst of all bad names;
‘O cruel Death, give three things back,… Sang a bone upon the shore; ‘A child found all a child can lack, Whether of pleasure or of rest, Upon the abundance of my breast’:
Some may have blamed you that you took a… The verses that could move them on the d… When, the ears being deafened, the sight… With lightning, you went from me, and I… Nothing to make a song about but kings,
