#IrishWriters
I THINK some saint of Eirinn wa… Found you and brought you here De… For so I greet you in this alien… And like those maidens who were on… In their own land as daughters of…
’Tis long since, long since, since… A tin-whistle played, And heard the tunes, the ha’penny… That nobody made! The tunes that were before Cendfi…
Two little creatures with faces the size of a pair of pennies are clasping each other “Ah do not leave me”
I. THE PARROT AND THE F… MY Afghan poet-friend With this made his message end, ‘The scroll around my wall shows t… The parrot and falcon they
You stay for a while beside me wit… Though your light limbs are as lim… Brow fair and young and tender whe… Hair bright as the breast of the e… In the space of a broken castle I…
ABOVE me stand, worn from their… The King’s, the Bishop’s, and the… Quiet as folds upon a grassy knoll… Stark-grey they stand, wall joined… Chapel, and Castle, and Cathedral…
THE Wild Ass lounges, legs struc… In vagrom unconcern: The tombs o Achaemenian kings Are for those hooves to spurn. And all of rugged Tartary
Sunset and silence! A man: around… Beside him two horses—a plough! Earth savage, earth broken, the br… And the Plough that is twin to th… “Brute-tamer, plough-maker, earth-…
I. CONDORS FLYING WE watched the Condors winging to… A Moon that glimmered in the blue… Around us were the Andes, and bey… Andes, the Ocean, empty like the…
OH I wish the sun was bright in t… And the fox was back in his den O… For always I’m hearing the passin… Of the terrible robber men O! Of the terrible robber men.
BUT, Snake, you must not come wh… For you would tempt us; we should… ‘Oh, somewhere was a world was col… And voiceless; somewhere was a Be… Engrossed with substance, with no…
FOR the poor body that I own I could weep many a tear: The days have stolen flesh and bon… And left a changeling here. Four feeble bones are left to me,
WE’VE watched the starlings floc… That we have often seen in other c… Hope, Justice, Commerce and have… Unvarying songs that are their mem… Memories of winds that they’ve bee…
I KNOW you, Crane: I, too, have waited, Waited until my heart Melted to little pools around my f… Comer in the morning ere the crows…
On and on, O white brother! Thunder does not daunt thee! How thou movest! By thine impulse