Monthly Archives: September 2015

Poem – Wild Ass -Padraic Colum 

The wild ass lounges, legs struck out  In vagrom unconcern:  The tombs o Achaemenian kings  Are for those hooves to spurn.  And all of rugged Tartary  Lies with him on the ground,  The Tartary that knows no awe,  That has … Continue reading

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Poem – Tulips – Padraic Colum

An age being mathematical, these flowers  Of linear stalks and spheroid blooms were prized  By men with wakened, speculative minds,  And when with mathematics they explored  The Macrocosm, and came at last to  The Vital Spirit of the World, and … Continue reading

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Poem – The Poor Girl’s Meditation- Padraic Colum

I am  sitting here  Since the moon rose in the night,  Kindling a fire,  And striving to keep it alight;  The folk of the house are lying  In slumber deep;  The geese will be gabbling soon:  The whole of the … Continue reading

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Poem – Snake – Padraic Colum

But, Snake, you must not come where we abide,  For you would tempt us; we should hear you say:  ‘Oh, somewhere was a world was cold and spare,  And voiceless; somewhere was a Being was not  Engrossed with substance, with … Continue reading

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Poem – The Poet – Padraic Colum

‘The blackbird’s in the briar,  The seagull’s on the ground-  They are nests, and they’re more than nests,’ he said,  ‘They are tokens I have found.  There, where the rain-dashed briar  Marks an empty glade,  The blackbird’s nest is seen,’ … Continue reading

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Poem – Composed During A Storm – William Wordsworth

One who was suffering tumult in his soul,  Yet failed to seek the sure relief of prayer,  Went forth–his course surrendering to the care  Of the fierce wind, while mid-day lightnings prowl  Insidiously, untimely thunders growl;  While trees, dim-seen, in … Continue reading

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Poem – Expostulation And Reply – William Wordsworth

“Why, William, on that old grey stone,  Thus for the length of half a day,  Why, William, sit you thus alone,  And dream your time away?  “Where are your books?–that light bequeathed  To Beings else forlorn and blind!  Up! up! … Continue reading

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