Subject for April, 2018
A Poet to his Beloved
Subject: The Wind Among the Reeds
I bring you with reverent hands The books of my numberless dreams; White woman that passion has worn As the tide wears the dove-gray sands, And with heart more old than the horn...
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Michael Robartes Remembers Forgotten Beauty
Subject: The Wind Among the Reeds
When my arms wrap you round I press My heart upon the loveliness That has long faded from the world; The jewelled crowns that kings have hurled In shadowy pools, when armies fle...
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Hanrahan Reproves the Curlew
Subject: The Wind Among the Reeds
O, curlew, cry no more in the air, Or only to the waters in the West; Because your crying brings to my mind Passion-dimmed eyes and long heavy hair That was shaken out over my b...
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Michael Robartes Bids his Beloved Be at Peace
Subject: The Wind Among the Reeds
I hear the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake, Their hoofs heavy with tumult, their eyes glimmering white; The North unfolds above them clinging, creeping night, The East ...
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Mongan laments the change that has come upon him and his Beloved
Subject: The Wind Among the Reeds
Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns! I have been changed to a hound with one red ear; I have been in the Path of Stones and the Wood of Thorns, For somebody hid...
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Aedh Laments the Loss of Love
Subject: The Wind Among the Reeds
Pale brows, still hands and dim hair, I had a beautiful friend And dreamed that the old despair Would end in love in the end: She looked in my heart one day And saw your image w...
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The Heart of the Woman
Subject: The Wind Among the Reeds
O what to me the little room That was brimmed up with prayer and rest; He bade me out into the gloom, And my breast lies upon his breast. O what to me my mother’s care, T...
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The Fiddler of Dooney
Subject: The Wind Among the Reeds
When I play on my fiddle in Dooney, Folk dance like a wave of the sea; My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet, My brother in Moharabuiee. I passed my brother and cousin: They r...
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The Song of the Old Mother
Subject: The Wind Among the Reeds
I rise in the dawn, and I kneel and blow Till the seed of the fire flicker and glow; And then I must scrub and bake and sweep Till stars are beginning to blink and peep; And the...
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The Song of Wandering Aengus
Subject: The Wind Among the Reeds
I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-lik...
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