#Irish #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury
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;
Sang old Tom the lunatic That sleeps under the canopy: ‘What change has put my thoughts astray And eyes that had so keen a sight? What has turned to smoking wick
The lot of love is chosen. I learnt th… Struggling for an image on the track Of the whirling Zodiac. Scarce did he my body touch, Scarce sank he from the west
There where the course is, Delight makes all of the one mind, The riders upon the galloping horses, The crowd that closes in behind: We, too, had good attendance once,
#1910 #TheGreenHelmetAndOtherPoems
'Love is all Unsatisfied That cannot take the whole Body and soul’; And that is what Jane said.
FOR certain minutes at the least That crafty demon and that loud beast That plague me day and night Ran out of my sight; Though I had long perned in the gyre,
(For Harry Clifton) I HAVE heard that hysterical women say They are sick of the palette and fiddle-… Of poets that are always gay, For everybody knows or else should know
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
SAID lady once to lover, ‘None can rely upon A love that lacks its proper food; And if your love were gone How could you sing those songs of love?
COME swish around, my pretty punk, And keep me dancing still That I may stay a sober man Although I drink my fill. Sobriety is a jewel
It is now more than ten years since I met, for the last time, Michael Robartes, and for the first time and the last time his friends and fellow students; and witnessed his and their tra...
#IrIshWriters
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…
Scene: A circle of Druidic stones… First Fairy: Afar from our lawn and our… O sister of sorrowful gaze! Where the roses in scarlet are heavy And dream of the end of their days,
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,
The Heavenly Circuit; Berenice’s Hair; Tent-pole of Eden; the tent’s drapery; Symbolical glory of thc earth and air! The Father and His angelic hierarchy That made the magnitude and glory there
#1933 #TheWindingStairAndOtherPoems
