#Irish #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury
Come praise Colonus’ horses, and come p… The wine-dark of the wood’s intricacies, The nightingale that deafens daylight th… If daylight ever visit where, Unvisited by tempest or by sun,
#1928 #TheTower
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 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,
O but there is wisdom In what the sages said; But stretch that body for a while And lay down that head Till I have told the sages
Between extremities Man runs his course; A brand, or flaming breath. Comes to destroy All those antinomies
#1933 #TheWindingStairAndOtherPoems
The harlot sang to the beggar-man. I meet them face to face, Conall, Cuchulain, Usna’s boys, All that most ancient race; Maeve had three in an hour, they say.
AROUND me the images of thirty years: An ambush; pilgrims at the water-side; Casement upon trial, half hidden by the… Guarded; Griffith staring in hysterical… Kevin O’Higgins’ countenance that wears
I have old women’s secrets now That had those of the young; Madge tells me what I dared not think When my blood was strong, And what had drowned a lover once
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That’s all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die. I lift the glass to my mouth,
KING EOCHAID came at sundown to a w… Westward of Tara. Hurrying to his quee… He had outridden his war-wasted men That with empounded cattle trod the mire… And where beech-trees had mixed a pale g…
Beloved, may your sleep be sound That have found it where you fed. What were all the world’s alarms To mighty paris when he found Sleep upon a golden bed
A crazy man that found a cup, When all but dead of thirst, Hardly dared to wet his mouth Imagining, moon-accursed, That another mouthful
I HAD this thought a while ago, ‘My darling cannot understand What I have done, or what would do In this blind bitter land.’ And I grew weary of the sun
The jester walked in the garden: The garden had fallen still; He bade his soul rise upward And stand on her window—sill. It rose in a straight blue garment,
#1899 #Ballad #TheWindAmongTheReeds
O HURRY where by water among the tree… The delicate-stepping stag and his lady… When they have but looked upon their ima… Would none had ever loved but you and I… Or have you heard that sliding silver-sh…