Irish Eyes – Poets and Writers

On a recent trip home, I popped into the National Library and spotted this beauty. The painting is by the Danish artist, Claus Havemann. He has worked out of a studio in Cork for almost forty years. Who's who? The writers and poets shown in the painting: Samuel Beckett, Molly Keane, James Joyce, Seamus Heaney, … Continue reading Irish Eyes – Poets and Writers

National Poetry Day

The theme for this year is 'Truth' No Second Troy BY William Butler Yeats Why should I blame her that she filled my days  With misery, or that she would of late  Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,  Or hurled the little streets upon the great,  Had they but courage equal to desire?  What … Continue reading National Poetry Day

September 2013 – W.B. Yeats

September 1913    W.B. Yates What need you, being come to sense, But fumble in a greasy till And add the halfpence to the pence And prayer to shivering prayer, until You have dried the marrow from the bone; For men were born to pray and save; Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, It's with O'Leary … Continue reading September 2013 – W.B. Yeats

Canongate Book 5 – Dream a little dream of me…

After some delay; the next book in the LeedsBookClub Canongate Challenge was Dream Angus by Alexander McCall Smith. A huge fan of Alexander McCall Smith (Please read his wikipedia page - he is fascinating); I discovered the No 1 Ladies Detective Agency a few years ago and read about six books in the series over … Continue reading Canongate Book 5 – Dream a little dream of me…

The Song of the Wandering Aengus – W.B. Yates

The Song of the Wandering Aengus  W.B. Yates 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-like stars were flickering out,I dropped the berry in a streamAnd … Continue reading The Song of the Wandering Aengus – W.B. Yates

The Lake Isle of Inishfree – W.B. Yates

The Lake Isle of Inishfree I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee; And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping … Continue reading The Lake Isle of Inishfree – W.B. Yates

The Stolen Child – WB Yates

The Stolen Child WHERE dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we've hid our faery vats, Full of berrys And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, … Continue reading The Stolen Child – WB Yates

He wishes for the clothes of Heaven – W.B. Yates

He wishes for the clothes of Heaven 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 cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my … Continue reading He wishes for the clothes of Heaven – W.B. Yates