April 1, 1948
Dublin Made Me
Dublin made me and no little town With the country closing in on its streets, The cattle walking proudly on its pavements, The jobbers, the gombeenmen and the cheats Devouring […]
April 1, 1948
The Dog
All day the unnatural barking of dogs Sounded in my ears. In O'Connell Street, among the crowd, A dog barked at my heels but, when I looked, was gone. Sitting […]
April 1, 1948
The Settled Men
No sly usurping dream defeats the will Of these whose kingdoms are their careful crops. Only the unwatched weeds breed loss, Only the thoughtless sky contests Against the slow resourcefulness […]
April 1, 1948
The White Bird
I made a loaf of bread And scattered it in crumbs Under the yellowing tree, For the white bird with the red Beak and glittering eyes, Who sits indifferently Turning […]
April 1, 1948
The Snare
He stoops above the clumsy snare To take the night's yet living loot, When the world creature kicking there Beside the thorn-tree's tennelled root, Flings up red soil into his […]