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. Day 5/7/2012
4. Echoes 5/7/2012
5. Winter 5/7/2012
6. The Gift 5/7/2012
7. The Divine Vision 5/7/2012
8. Desire 5/7/2012
9. The Place Of Rest 5/7/2012
10. The Dawn Of Darkness 5/7/2012
11. Rest 5/7/2012
12. Pity 5/7/2012
13. The City 5/7/2012
14. Dusk 5/7/2012
15. Night 5/7/2012
16. Dana 5/7/2012
17. Three Counsellors 5/7/2012
18. Symbolism 5/7/2012
19. Immortality 5/7/2012
20. Sacrifice 5/7/2012
21. Krishna 5/7/2012
22. To One Consecrated 5/7/2012
23. Heroic Love 5/7/2012
24. Divine Visitation 5/7/2012
25. Parting 5/7/2012
26. Night 5/7/2012
27. Dawn Song 5/7/2012
28. The Hour Of The King 5/7/2012
29. The Heroes 5/7/2012
30. Pain 5/7/2012
31. Self-Discpiline 5/7/2012
32. The Man To The Angel 5/7/2012
33. The Free 5/7/2012
34. Comfort 5/7/2012
35. Refuge 5/7/2012
36. The Burning-Glass 5/7/2012
37. Inspiration 5/7/2012
38. The Weaver Of Souls 5/7/2012
39. Creation 5/7/2012
40. The Message 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 Call

DUSK its ash-grey blossoms sheds on violet skies,
Over twilight mountains where the heart songs rise,
Rise and fall and fade away from earth to air.
Earth renews the music sweeter. Oh, come there.
Come, acushla, come, as in ancient times
Rings aloud the underland with faery chimes.
Down the unseen ways as strays each tinkling fleece
Winding ever onward to a fold of peace,
So my dreams go straying in a land more fair;

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