#Irish #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury #1899 #TheWindAmongTheReeds
Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the su… Now I may wither into the truth.
#1910 #TheGreenHelmetAndOtherPoems
BIRD sighs for the air, Thought for I know not where, For the womb the seed sighs. Now sinks the same rest On mind, on nest,
A Dramatic Poem The deck of an ancient ship. At the ri… with a large square sail hiding a great… on that side. The tiller is at the left… coming through an opening in the bulwark…
‘Lay me in a cushioned chair; Carry me, ye four, With cushions here and cushions there, To see the world once more. ’To stable and to kennel go;
#1889 #TheWanderingsOfOisinAndOtherPoems
Three Voices [together]. Hurry to bless… The mouths that speak, the notes and str… O masters of the glittering town! O! lay the shrilly trumpet down, Though drunken with the flags that sway
‘THOUGH logic choppers rule the town, And every man and maid and boy Has marked a distant object down, An aimless joy is a pure joy,’ Or so did Tom O’Roughley say
I admit the briar Entangled in my hair Did not injure me; My blenching and trembling, Nothing but dissembling,
Although crowds gathered once if she but… And even old men’s eyes grew dim, this h… Like some last courtier at a gypsy campi… Babbling of fallen majesty, records what… The lineaments, a heart that laughter ha…
'Love is all Unsatisfied That cannot take the whole Body and soul’; And that is what Jane said.
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
O what to me the little room That was brimmed up with prayer and rest… He bade me out into the gloom, And my breast lies upon his breast. O what to me my mother’s care,
#1899 #TheWindAmongTheReeds
I TURN round Like a dumb beast in a show. Neither know what I am Nor where I go, My language beaten
A moonlight moor. Fairies leading a… Male Fairies: Do not fear us, earthly m… We will lead you hand in hand By the willows in the glade, By the gorse on the high land,
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,