#Irish #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury #1933 #TheWindingStairAndOtherPoems
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,
I HAVE heard the pigeons of the Seven… Make their faint thunder, and the garden… Hum in the lime-tree flowers; and put aw… The unavailing outcries and the old bitt… That empty the heart. I have forgot awh…
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;
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,
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
Things out of perfection sail, And all their swelling canvas wear, Nor shall the self-begotten fail Though fantastic men suppose Building-yard and stormy shore,
I asked if i should pray. But the Brahmin said, ‘pray for nothing, say Every night in bed, ’I have been a king,
#1933 #TheWindingStairAndOtherPoems
Dear Craoibhin Aoibhin, look into our c… When we are high and airy hundreds say That if we hold that flight they’ll leav… While those same hundreds mock another d… Because we have made our art of common t…
#1910 #TheGreenHelmetAndOtherPoems
DEAR fellow-artist, why so free With every sort of company, With every Jack and Jill? Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest
I lived among great houses, Riches drove out rank, Base drove out the better blood, And mind and body shrank. No Oscar ruled the table,
I walk through the long schoolroom quest… A kind old nun in a white hood replies; The children learn to cipher and to sing… To study reading-books and histories, To cut and sew, be neat in everything
#1928 #TheTower
WHAT woman hugs her infant there? Another star has shot an ear. What made the drapery glisten so? Not a man but Delacroix. What made the ceiling waterproof?
WHEN you and my true lover meet And he plays tunes between your feet. Speak no evil of the soul, Nor think that body is the whole, For I that am his daylight lady
Under the Great Comedian’s tomb the cro… A bundle of tempestuous cloud is blown About the sky; where that is clear of cl… Brightness remains; a brighter star shoo… What shudders run through all that anima…
HANDS, do what you’re bid; Bring the balloon of the mind That bellies and drags in the wind Into its narrow shed.