Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EN PASSANT, by EDITH COURTENAY BABBITT First Line: A dozen pencils, yellow, green, and blue Last Line: "the saints befriend you, lady!"" ""and you, sir." Subject(s): Ireland; Peddlers & Peddling; Irish | ||||||||
A dozen pencils, yellow, green, and blue, Alist within a thin old cap; a man Over whose head the grim war lightnings ran Awhile ago, and tore him half in two. Now nevermore shoulder to shoulder he Would walk with any other, never stand To look with equal gaze on sea or land. Slow passing feet his daily symphony. I paused to speak a word, as stranger may, Careful to give no hurt of sympathy. "'Erin go bragh!' The green the one for me!" The Gaelic heart sings in the rain alway. "You might be Irish, lady?" "Would I were!" "The saints befriend you, lady!" "And you, sir." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SIGHTSEERS by PAUL MULDOON THE DREAM SONGS: 290 by JOHN BERRYMAN 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 THE EYES ARE ALWAYS BROWN by GERALD STERN MIRTH by EDITH COURTENAY BABBITT |
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