Subject for April, 2018
Notes
Subject: The Wind Among the Reeds
The Hosting of the Sidhe The powerful and wealthy called the gods of ancient Ireland the Tuatha De Danaan, or the Tribes of the goddess Danu, but the poor called them, and still...
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Mongan Thinks of his past Greatness
Subject: The Wind Among the Reeds
I have drunk ale from the Country of the Young And weep because I know all things now: I have been a hazel tree and they hung The Pilot Star and the Crooked Plough Among my leav...
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Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Subject: The Wind Among the Reeds
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 would spread the...
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Aedh Wishes his Beloved Were Dead
Subject: The Wind Among the Reeds
Were you but lying cold and dead, And lights were paling out of the West, You would come hither, and bend your head, And I would lay my head on your breast; And you would murmur...
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Aedh Pleads with the Elemental Powers
Subject: The Wind Among the Reeds
The Powers whose name and shape no living creature knows Have pulled the Immortal Rose; And though the Seven Lights bowed in their dance and wept, The Polar Dragon slept, His he...
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Hanrahan Speaks to the Lovers of his Songs in Coming Days
Subject: The Wind Among the Reeds
O, colleens, kneeling by your altar rails long hence, When songs I wove for my beloved hide the prayer, And smoke from this dead heart drifts through the violet air And covers...
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The Poet Pleads with his Friend for Old Friends
Subject: The Wind Among the Reeds
Though you are in your shining days, Voices among the crowd And new friends busy with your praise, Be not unkind or proud, But think about old friends the most: Time’s bitter fl...
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The Travail of Passion
Subject: The Wind Among the Reeds
When the flaming lute-thronged angelic door is wide; When an immortal passion breathes in mortal clay; Our hearts endure the scourge, the plaited thorns, the way Crowded with bi...
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Hanrahan Laments Because of his Wanderings
Subject: The Wind Among the Reeds
O where is our Mother of Peace Nodding her purple hood? For the winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood. I would that the death-pale deer Had come through the...
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The Secret Rose
Subject: The Wind Among the Reeds
Far off, most secret, and inviolate Rose, Enfold me in my hour of hours; where those Who sought thee in the Holy Sepulchre, Or in the wine vat, dwell beyond the stir And tumult ...
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