George William Russell

[A. E.] (10 April 1867 – 17 July 1935 / Lurgan, County Armagh, Ireland)

George William Russell Poems

1. By The Margin Of The Great Deep 1/4/2003
2. The Great Breath 1/4/2003
3. Dusk 5/7/2012
4. Night 5/7/2012
5. Dawn 5/7/2012
6. Day 5/7/2012
7. Echoes 5/7/2012
8. Winter 5/7/2012
9. The Gift 5/7/2012
10. The Divine Vision 5/7/2012
11. Desire 5/7/2012
12. The Place Of Rest 5/7/2012
13. The Dawn Of Darkness 5/7/2012
14. To One Consecrated 5/7/2012
15. Heroic Love 5/7/2012
16. Divine Visitation 5/7/2012
17. Parting 5/7/2012
18. Night 5/7/2012
19. Dawn Song 5/7/2012
20. The Hour Of The King 5/7/2012
21. The Heroes 5/7/2012
22. Pain 5/7/2012
23. Self-Discpiline 5/7/2012
24. The Man To The Angel 5/7/2012
25. The Vesture Of The Soul 5/7/2012
26. The Free 5/7/2012
27. Comfort 5/7/2012
28. Refuge 5/7/2012
29. The Burning-Glass 5/7/2012
30. The Symbol Seduces 5/7/2012
31. Rest 5/7/2012
32. Pity 5/7/2012
33. The City 5/7/2012
34. Three Counsellors 5/7/2012
35. Symbolism 5/7/2012
36. Immortality 5/7/2012
37. Dana 5/7/2012
38. Sacrifice 5/7/2012
39. The Message 5/7/2012
40. The Singing Silences 5/7/2012
Best Poem of George William Russell

A Woman's Voice

HIS head within my bosom lay,
But yet his spirit slipped not through:
I only felt the burning clay
That withered for the cooling dew.

It was but pity when I spoke
And called him to my heart for rest,
And half a mother’s love that woke
Feeling his head upon my breast:

And half the lion’s tenderness
To shield her cubs from hurt or death,
Which, when the serried hunters press,
Makes terrible her wounded breath.

But when the lips I breathed upon
Asked for such love as equals claim—
I looked where all the stars ...

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A Farewell


I GO down from the hills half in gladness, and half with a pain I depart,
Where the Mother with gentlest breathing made music on lip and in heart;
For I know that my childhood is over: a call comes out of the vast,
And the love that I had in the old time, like beauty in twilight, is past.

I am fired by a Danaan whisper of battles afar in the world,
And my thought is no longer of peace, for the banners in dream are unfurled,
And I pass from the council of stars and of hil

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