THERE is grey in your hair.Young men no longer suddenly catch their breathWhen you are passing;But maybe some old gaffer mutters a blessingBecause it was your prayerRecovered him upon the…
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I…
WE sat together at one summer’s end,That beautiful mild woman, your close friend,And you and I, and talked of poetry.I said, “A line will take us hours maybe;Yet if it…
The cat went here and thereAnd the moon spun round like a top,And the nearest kin of the moon,The creeping cat, looked up.Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,For, wander and…
There was a green branch hung with many a bellWhen her own people ruled this tragic Eire;And from its murmuring greenness, calm of Faery,A Druid kindness, on all hearers fell.…
That is no country for old men. The youngIn one another’s arms, birds in the trees –Those dying generations – at their song,The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,Fish, flesh, or fowl,…
‘O WORDS are lightly spoken,’Said Pearse to Connolly,‘Maybe a breath of politic wordsHas withered our Rose Tree;Or maybe but a wind that blowsAcross the bitter sea.’“It needs to be but…
WHERE dips the rocky highlandOf Sleuth Wood in the lake,There lies a leafy islandWhere flapping herons wakeThe drowsy water-rats;There we’ve hid our faery vats,Full of berriesAnd of reddest stolen chetries.Come…
IN MEMORY OF EVA GORE-BOOTH AND CON MARKIEWICZ THE light of evening, Lissadell,Great windows open to the south,Two girls in silk kimonos, bothBeautiful, one a gazelle.But a raving autumn shearsBlossom…
Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream?For these red lips, with all their mournful pride,Mournful that no new wonder may betide,Troy passed away in one high funeral gleam,And Usna’s…