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Wake Forest University Press – Dedicated To Irish Poetry

Title: Irish Poetry Author: Wake Forest University Press Full Text & Source: https://wfupress.wfu.edu/ The Internet, Online, 12/11/2015 Sample Text: Authors: Frank Ormsby Caitríona O’Reilly Paul Muldoon Philippe Jaccottet Peter Sirr Frederick Louis Mac Neice Michael Hartnett Rachel Giese Peter Fallon … Continue reading →

I can never find a pen when you come By Leanne O’Sullivan

I can never find a pen when you come,                                                                                   when you snap me up on your lizard tongue and wrap yourself around me as … Continue reading →

A Man Is Only As Good By Pat Boran

A man is only as good as what he says to a dog when he has to get up out of bed in the middle of a wintry night because some damned dog has been barking; and he goes and … Continue reading →

Am I Remembered in Erin? by Thomas D’Arcy McGee

Am I remembered in Erin? I charge you, speak me true! Has my name a sound – a meaning, In the scenes my boyhood knew? Does the heart of the Mother ever Recall her exile’s name? For to be forgot … Continue reading →

I found this nice blog – Irish Poetry Therapy Network

Title: IPTN Author: Irish Poetry Therapy Network Full Text & Source: http://irishpoetrytherapynetwork.blog... The Internet, Online, 12/11/2015 Sample Text: Welcome to Irish Poetry Therapy Network -IPTN, a non-profit organisation that provides an environment where participants explore at first hand, through the … Continue reading →

Break of Day in the Trenches By Isaac Rosenberg

The darkness crumbles away. It is the same old druid Time as ever, Only a live thing leaps my hand, A queer sardonic rat, As I pull the parapet’s poppy To stick behind my ear. Droll rat, they would shoot … Continue reading →

The Soldier By Rupert Brooke

If I should die, think only this of me: That there’s some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made … Continue reading →

War Is Kind By Stephen Crane

Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted steed ran on alone, Do not weep. War is kind. Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment Little souls who thirst … Continue reading →

The Fall of Rome By W. H. Auden

The piers are pummelled by the waves; In a lonely field the rain Lashes an abandoned train; Outlaws fill the mountain caves. Fantastic grow the evening gowns; Agents of the Fisc pursue Absconding tax-defaulters through The sewers of provincial towns. … Continue reading →

In Flanders Fields By John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky, The larks, still bravely singing, fly, Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead; short days ago We … Continue reading →