the wife of the man of many wiles

Believe what you want to. Believe that I wove, If you wish, twenty years, and waited, while you Were knee-deep in blood, hip-deep in goddesses. I’ve not much to show for twenty years’ weaving— I have but one half-finished cloth at the loom. Perhaps it’s the lengthy, meticulous grieving. Explain how you want to. Believe…

i died for beauty

I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? “For beauty,” I replied. “And I for truth – the two are one; We brethren are,” he said. And so, as kinsmen met a-night, We talked…

an irish airman foresees his death

I know that I shall meet my fate, Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not hate, Those that I guard I do not love; My country is Kiltartan Cross, My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor, No likely end could bring them loss Or leave them happier than before. Nor law, nor duty…

stop all the clocks

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the…

when all the others were away at mass

When all the others were away at Mass I was all hers as we peeled potatoes. They broke the silence, let fall one by one Like solder weeping off the soldering iron: Cold comforts set between us, things to share Gleaming in a bucket of clean water. And again let fall. Little pleasant splashes From…