WHY should not old men be mad?Some have known a likely ladThat had a sound fly-fisher’s wristTurn to a drunken journalist;A girl that knew all Dante onceLive to bear children…
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(For Harry Clifton) I HAVE heard that hysterical women sayThey are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow.Of poets that are always gay,For everybody knows or else should knowThat if nothing…
BE you still, be you still, trembling heart;Remember the wisdom out of the old days:Him who trembles before the flame and the flood,And the winds that blow through the starry…
I MADE my song a coatCovered with embroideriesOut of old mythologiesFrom heel to throat;But he fools caught it,Wore it in the world’s eyesAs though they’d wrought it.Song, let them take…
ROSE of all Roses, Rose of all the World!The tall thought-woven sails, that flap unfurledAbove the tide of hours, trouble the air,And God’s bell buoyed to be the water’s care;While…
Others because you did not keepThat deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;Yet always when I look death in the face,When I clamber to the heights of sleep,Or when I…
ManIN a cleft that’s christened AltUnder broken stone I haltAt the bottom of a pitThat broad noon has never lit,And shout a secret to the stone.All that I have said…
YOU say, as I have often given tongueIn praise of what another’s said or sung,‘Twere politic to do the like by these;But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?
‘She will change,’ I cried.‘Into a withered crone.’The heart in my side,That so still had lain,In noble rage repliedAnd beat upon the bone: ‘Uplift those eyes and throwThose glances unafraid:She…
S. Patrick. You who are bent, and bald, and blind,With a heavy heart and a wandering mind,Have known three centuries, poets sing,Of dalliance with a demon thing. Oisin. Sad to remember,…