Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CLARE COAST, by EMILY LAWLESS Poet's Biography First Line: See, cold island, we stand Subject(s): Ireland | ||||||||
Grey recumbent tombs of the dead in desert places, Standing stones on the vacant wine-red moor, Hills of sheep, and the howes of the silent vanished races, And winds, austere and pure: Be it granted me to behold you again in dying, Hills of home! and to hear again the call; Hear about the graves of the martyrs the peewees crying, And hear no more at all. Put my soul in a bottle that the north wind may find it, Give it to the white-handed reacher of the sea, And let it be scattered like a seagull, when behind it Whistles the wind of thee. Hills of home! Revisited Hills of home! The above is written By a wayfarer on a stormy sea; In the waste of waters worn and bitten, Day and night, remembering thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SIGHTSEERS by PAUL MULDOON THE DREAM SONGS: 290 by JOHN BERRYMAN THE BALLAD OF BALLYMOTE by TESS GALLAGHER AN IRISH HEADLAND by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE GIANT'S RING: BALLYLESSON, NEAR BELFAST by ROBINSON JEFFERS IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER FONTENOY, 1745: 1. BEFORE THE BATTLE: NIGHT by EMILY LAWLESS FONTENOY, 1745: 2. AFTER THE BATTLE, EARLY DAWN, CLARE COAST by EMILY LAWLESS |
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