For a hundred years ago tomorrow, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Easter 1916 / by William Butler Yeats
And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?
20th-Century Irish Poetry
DPF / Muldoon
For a part of the feast, poetryfoundation.org.
from The Loaf / by Paul Muldoon
When I put my ear to the hole I’m suddenly aware
of spades and shovels turning up the gain
all the way from Raritan to the Delaware
with a clink and a clink and a clinky-click.
DPF / Joyce
For one best known for his novel but very lovely in short stories and poetry as well, from Villanelles, edited by Annie Finch and Marie-Elizabeth Mali.
from Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man / by James Joyce (1882-1941)
Above the flame the smoke of praise
Goes up from ocean rim to rim.
DPF / Heaney
No Heaney yet? After I typed out the post, below, I flipped back to read the bio in The Spirit Level, and saw a note to myself that said I finished reading the book 7.1.96, and then a little postcard from myself fell out with my favorite poem from the book written on it, “‘Postscript,’ page 82.”
from Postscript / by Seamus Heaney
And some time make the time to drive out west
Into County Clare, along the Flaggy shore,
In September or October, when the wind
And the light are working off each other
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