Poems by Padraic Colum
The Dead Player: In Memory Of Dudley Digges
... And still the knocks, the three, the solemn knocks! ...
Aquarium Fish
... He rises now Mould-coloured like the leaf long fallen from ...
Dermott Donn MacMorna
... With my laugh for the pious, the quiet, the wise, ...
An Old Song Re-sung
... And we went on where the small bats flew, ...
The Poor Girl's Meditation
... And my cheeks have the tear-tracks still ...
The Knitters
... Like the moveless clock that I gaze on- ...
A Cradle Song
... And the peering of things ...
The City Clocks
... They look like moons on their darkened towers- ...
I Shall not Die for Thee
... Well-shaped the breasts and smooth the skin, ...
A Drover
... But youll think of scant croppings ...
Verses For Alfeo Faggi's Stations Of The Cross
... " We take Our hearts being moved, the Cross up for Thy sake! ...
David Ap Gwillam At The Mass Of The Birds
... THE Thrush, the Lark, and, chief, the Nightingale, ...
Old Soldier
... While other men from the mill take their flour: ...
Across The Door
... And strange in the meadows the corncrakes, ...
At Cashel
... Where green and greener grass spreads far and near! ...
