#Irish #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury #1889 #TheWanderingsOfOisinAndOtherPoems
I THOUGHT of your beauty, and this a… Made out of a wild thought, is in my mar… There’s no man may look upon her, no man… As when newly grown to be a woman, Tall and noble but with face and bosom
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;
I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and… For happy lovers passed two by two where… And I dreamed my lost love came stealth… With her cloud-pale eyelids falling on d… I cried in my dream ‘O women bid the yo…
Do you not hear me calling, white deer w… I have been changed to a hound with one… I have been in the Path of Stones and t… For somebody hid hatred and hope and des… Under my feet that they follow you night…
#1899 #TheWindAmongTheReeds
I have drunk ale from the Country of th… And weep because I know all things now: I have been a hazel-tree, and they hung The Pilot Star and the Crooked Plough Among my leaves in times out of mind:
Hic. ON the grey sand beside the shallo… Under your old wind-beaten tower, where… A lamp burns on beside the open book That Michael Robartes left, you walk in… And though you have passed the best of l…
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,
A strange thing surely that my heart whe… Upon the Norman upland or in that popla… Should find no burden but itself and yet… It could not bear that burden and theref… The south wind brought it longing, and t…
#1928 #TheTower
O BUT we talked at large before The sixteen men were shot, But who can talk of give and take, What should be and what not While those dead men are loitering there
Come round me, little childer; There, don’t fling stones at me Because I mutter as I go; But pity Moll Magee. My man was a poor fisher
#1889 #TheWanderingsOfOisinAndOtherPoems
A MAN I praise that once in Tara’s Ha… Said to the woman on his knees, ‘Lie st… My hundredth year is at an end. I thin… That something is about to happen, I th… That the adventure of old age begins.
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
ALTHOUGH I shelter from the rain Under a broken tree My chair was nearest to the fire In every company That talked of love or politics,
We who are old, old and gay, O so old! Thousands of years, thousands of years, If all were told: Give to these children, new from the wor…
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