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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE IRISH PIPES, by KATHARINE TYNAN Poem Explanation Poet's Biography First Line: I heard the piper playing Last Line: The things you let me know. Alternate Author Name(s): Hinkson, Katharine Tynan Subject(s): Ireland; Longing; Pipers; Wisdom; Irish | |||
I HEARD the piper playing, The piper old and blind, And knew its secret saying— The voice of the summer wind. I heard clear waters falling, Lapping from stone to stone; The wood-dove crying and calling, Ever alone, alone. I heard the bells of the heather Ring in the summer breeze, Soft stir of fur and feather And quiet hum of bees. The piper drew me yearning Into the dim grey lands, Whence there is no returning Although I wring my hands. There to the piper's crooning I saw my dead again, All in a happy nooning Of golden sun and rain. You piper, kind and hoary, Your pipes upon your knee, If I should tell my story, The things you piped for me, The folk would leave their selling And bid their buying go, If I could but be telling The things you let me know. | 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 |
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