#Irish #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury
SHE that but little patience knew, From childhood on, had now so much A grey gull lost its fear and flew Down to her cell and there alit, And there endured her fingers’ touch
ONE that is ever kind said yesterday: ‘Your well-beloved’s hair has threads of… And little shadows come about her eyes; Time can but make it easier to be wise Though now it seems impossible, and so
‘O WORDS are lightly spoken,’ Said Pearse to Connolly, ‘Maybe a breath of politic words Has withered our Rose Tree; Or maybe but a wind that blows
In tombs of gold and lapis lazuli Bodies of holy men and women exude Miraculous oil, odour of violet. But under heavy loads of trampled clay Lie bodies of the vampires full of blood…
#1933 #TheWindingStairAndOtherPoems
A DOLL in the doll-maker’s house Looks at the cradle and bawls: ‘That is an insult to us.’ But the oldest of all the dolls, Who had seen, being kept for show,
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…
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
I wander by the edge Of this desolate lake Where wind cries in the sedge: Until the axle break That keeps the stars in their round,
#1899 #TheWindAmongTheReeds
I SAY that Roger Casement Did what he had to do. He died upon the gallows, But that is nothing new. Afraid they might be beaten
Where, where but here have pride and Tr… That long to give themselves for wage, To shake their wicked sides at youth Restraining reckless middle-age?
#1910 #TheGreenHelmetAndOtherPoems
Shy one, shy one, Shy one of my heart, She moves in the firelight Pensively apart. She carries in the dishes,
#1889 #TheWanderingsOfOisinAndOtherPoems
Laughter not time destroyed my voice And put that crack in it, And when the moon’s pot-bellied I get a laughing fit, For that old Madge comes down the lane,
#1928 #TheTower
“Love is all Unsatisfied That cannot take the whole Body and soul”; And that is what Jane said.
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;
That crazed girl improvising her music. Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from itself Climbing, falling She knew not where, Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,