Poems by Christopher John Brennan
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1908
... ivesclear of the shoal of shiftless lives,and promise, in all years' despite,fidelity to old delight ...
Autumn: the year breathes dully towards its death
... rozen mouth,looking, in ashen reverie, towards the clearsad splendour of the winter of the far south ...
Black on the depths of blackest skies
... Black on the depths of blackest skieswhence even the levin seems withdrawn,the cities threaten: burning eyesask what dread hand hath slain the dawn. ...
Deep mists of longing blur the land
... to that lucent shore,these eyes should wake on tenderer lightto greet the spring and thee once more ...
Dies Dominica! the sunshine burns
... th the sight,thro' flowers and colours, and the visible wholeof beauty mingled in one dream of light ...
Each day I see the long ships coming into port
... the sail to any wandering wind of the airthis night, when waves are hard and rain blots out the land ...
The Folk
... his be all the note our earthsends outward to the night, to greether sisters, bound in mutual dearth ...
I am shut out of mine own heart
... apart,I wait the turning of the key:--I am shut out of mine own heartbecause my love is far from me ...
I cry to you as I pass your windows in the dusk
... know whence the winds have come, nor shall ye knowwhither the yesterdays have fled, or if they were ...
I said, This misery must end
... gyre,till time and sorrow fall awayand night be wither'd up, and fireconsume the sickness of desire ...
Irish to English
... es of Hell assail:Look on yon stricken trench--There dies the loyal Gael:Let not your talkers blench ...
The land I came thro' last was dumb with night
... mple thingI feel a peace fall in the heart of the windsand a clear dusk settle, somewhere, far in me ...
Lilith
... nd her fair:and gods and stars and songs and souls of menare the sparse jewels in her scatter'd hair ...
Sweet silence after bells
... re meditation, wedwith love, in gold-lit cells,absorbs the heaven that shedsweet silence after bells ...
Thersites
... r known the immortal willThat bends to no defeat, the heroic deedWhose doing is its only glory still ...
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