Poems by Padraic Colum
An Idyll
... Though your light limbs are as limber as the foal's that follows the mare, ...
Condors
... Of Condors' wings between my thought, your thought: ...
Vultures
... Impure, though they may plunge ...
The Plougher
... heaven, And the thrones of the gods and their halls, their chariots, purples, and ...
Swallow
... He flies. Like scimitars his wings, ...
The Burial of Saint Brendan
... You'll leave beside their doors all those thwart men ...
Plovers
... My thoughts are like the Plovers' flight, ...
Hornets
... The thing that's there amongst the leaves! ...
Crows
... And you, young girl, with looks that have come down ...
Tulips
... The gold, the bronze, the red, the bright-swart Tulips! ...
The Rune-Master
... Loved beyond The pain of death, ...
The Wayfarer
... I. THE TREES THERE is no glory of the sunset here! ...
An Old Woman of the Roads
... And roads where there's never a house nor bush, ...
A Poor Scholar Of The 'Forties
... Years hence, in rustic speech, a phrase, ...
Hawaiian
... Men come down from the mountains carrying sandalwood on their backs ...
