Beautiful Irish Poem

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Permalink Reply by Hilary Cronin on November 2, 2009 at 1:12pm

thank you so much for the lovely poem.
After all my reading and searching , we have gone back to basics with quotes from the song "She Moved Through The Fair"... We were cooking dinner one evening and singng away to it and I thought those lyrics are perfect!!
So on the front on my wedding invitation it will say "my young love said to me It will not be long now love til our weding day"

But loving all your poetry. Sorry not been on here more often.
I'm in mist of job hunting and wedding planning!

go raibh mile maith agat
L

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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on November 2, 2009 at 1:59pm

Dia dhuit a Hilary,
Thought about you asking for a poem Hilary and I search and thought about THE ROSE OF TRALEE.....got so nice words in it also Hilary,but like also the one you chose
She Moved Throught The Fair......pretty good also....and Thank you for your compliments Hilary,you being busy very normal,for job and wedding...wow wish you heaven in all........Le Gach Dea Beannacht mo cara......Pierre

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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on November 2, 2009 at 7:46pm

...........................................TO A CHILD DANCING IN THE WIND............

Dance there upon the shore;
What need have you to care
For wind or water`s roar ?
And tumble out your hair
That the salt drops have wet;
Being young you have not known
The fool`s triumph,nor yet
Love lost as soon as won,
Nor the best labourer dead
And all the sheaves to bind.
What need have you to dread
The monstrous crying of wind?

From W B Yeats...........................1912 to all my friends on LiveIreland
One phrase comes in my mind as I read this poem
Do not take everything for granted......short is life better be aware......!!!

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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on November 9, 2009 at 3:00pm

...........................................A COAT........................................................

I made my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
Out of old mythologies
From heel to throat;
But the fools caught it,
Wore it in a world`s eyes
As though they`d wrought it.
Song, let them take it,
For there`s more enterprise
In walking naked.

From W B Yeats..................1914.....to all my friends on LIveIreland...Pierre

Permalink Reply by Miss O Connor on November 10, 2009 at 4:38pm

I love thomas Moore .....I'll bless your name, and die!
Good poeme , thank's my friend ....

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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on November 10, 2009 at 5:55pm

Dia dhuit a Miss O Connor,
Thank you greatly for your comments,agree with you 100%
Thomas Moore one of the best indeed...................................Sith agus Slainte Bha Mo Cara

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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on December 2, 2009 at 6:45pm

TOWARDS BREAK OF DAY

Was it the double of my dream
The woman that by me lay
Dreamed,or did we halve a dream
Under the first cold gleam of day?

I thought;`there is a waterfall
Upon Ben Bulben side
That all my childhood counted dear;
Were I to travel far and wide
I could not find a thing so dear.`
My memories had magnified
So many times childish delight.

I would have touched it like a child
But knew my finger could but have touched
Cold stone and water.I grew wild,
Even accusing Heaven because
It had set down among its laws:
Nothing that we love over-much
Is ponderable to our touch.

I dreamed towards break of day,
The cold blown spray in my nostril.
But she that beside me lay
Had watched in bitterer sleep
The marvellous stag of Arthur,
That lofty white stag,leap
From mountain steep to steep.

From W b Yeats,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,1920......great poem of observation......to all,,,Pierre

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Permalink Reply by COLLEEN MUELKER on December 6, 2009 at 8:10am

"TOWARDS BREAK OF DAY" is a Beautiful poem just as all of Wb Yeats poems are. This is what poetry is all about! Here is another Wb Yeats Poems, also one of my faves...

I Am Of Ireland by William Butler Yeats


'I am of Ireland,
And the Holy Land of Ireland,
And time runs on,' cried she.
'Come out of charity,
Come dance with me in Ireland.'

One man, one man alone
In that outlandish gear,
One solitary man
Of all that rambled there
Had turned his stately head.
That is a long way off,
And time runs on,' he said,
'And the night grows rough.'

'I am of Ireland,
And the Holy Land of Ireland,
And time runs on,' cried she.
'Come out of charity
And dance with me in Ireland.'

'The fiddlers are all thumbs,
Or the fiddle-string accursed,
The drums and the kettledrums
And the trumpets all are burst,
And the trombone,' cried he,
'The trumpet and trombone,'
And cocked a malicious eye,
'But time runs on, runs on.'

I am of Ireland,
And the Holy Land of Ireland,
And time runs on,' cried she.
"Come out of charity
And dance with me in Ireland.'

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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on December 6, 2009 at 11:56am

Dia dhuit a Colleen ,
First thank you so much for sharing this wonderfull poem,surely ...I AM IRELAND AND THE HOLY LAND OF IRELAND..........I would surely go and dance with you...great poem of joy and feelings toward the MotherLand..........WOW..........Awesome Colleen

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Permalink Reply by COLLEEN MUELKER on December 7, 2009 at 8:03pm

THANK YOU PIERRE! THAT IS AN AWSOME POEM AND ONE OF MY FAVORITES! THANX FOR THE COMMENT!
Go mbeanni Dia Duit...Colleen

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Permalink Reply by Kristan R Parker on December 6, 2009 at 5:26am

Look up the poem A White Rose by John Boyle O'Reilly. He must have been deeply in love when he penned this one.
The red rose is a falcon
The white rose is a dove
The red rose whispers of passion
and the white rose breathes of love...

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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on December 6, 2009 at 11:58am

Dia dhuit a Kristan,
John Boyle O Reilly........great poet
Wow what great relations he describes,like you`ve said Kristan He must have been deeply in love...
Thanks for sharing Kristan..............

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