A STATESMAN is an easy man,He tells his lies by rote;A journalist makes up his liesAnd takes you by the throat;So stay at home’ and drink your beerAnd let the…
YOUR hooves have stamped at the black margin of the wood,Even where horrible green parrots call and swing.My works are all stamped down into the sultry mud.I knew that horse-play,…
An old man cocked his car upon a bridge;He and his friend, their faces to the South,Had trod the uneven road. Their hoots were soiled,Their Connemara cloth worn out of shape;They…
A STRANGE thing surely that my Heart, when love had come unsoughtUpon the Norman upland or in that poplar shade,Should find no burden but itself and yet should be worn…
IFirst Love THOUGH nurtured like the sailing moonIn beauty’s murderous brood,She walked awhile and blushed awhileAnd on my pathway stoodUntil I thought her body boreA heart of flesh and blood.But…
Saddle and ride, I heard a man say,Out of Ben Bulben and Knocknarea,What says the Clock in the Great Clock Tower?All those tragic characters rideBut turn from Rosses’ crawling tide,The…
SWIFT has sailed into his rest;Savage indignation thereCannot lacerate his breast.Imitate him if you dare,World-besotted traveller; heServed human liberty.
THE woods of Arcady are dead,And over is their antique joy;Of old the world on dreaming fed;Grey Truth is now her painted toy;Yet still she turns her restless head:But O,…
Edain came out of Midhir’s hill, and layBeside young Aengus in his tower of glass,Where time is drowned in odour-laden windsAnd Druid moons, and murmuring of boughs,And sleepy boughs, and…
Things out of perfection sail,And all their swelling canvas wear,Nor shall the self-begotten failThough fantastic men supposeBuilding-yard and stormy shore,Winding-sheet and swaddling–clothes.