James Stephens

(9 February 1882 - 26 December 1950 / Dublin)

James Stephens Poems

1. The Old Man 5/10/2012
2. Insurrections 5/10/2012
3. O'Bruaidar 5/10/2012
4. The Devil's Bag 5/10/2012
5. The Cherry Tree 5/10/2012
6. The Secret 5/10/2012
7. The Horse 5/10/2012
8. What The Snake Saw 5/10/2012
9. The Cow 5/10/2012
10. Breakfast Time 5/10/2012
11. Midnight 5/10/2012
12. Blue-Blood 5/10/2012
13. The Turn Of The Road 5/10/2012
14. The Coral Island 5/10/2012
15. Strict Joy 5/10/2012
16. Behind The Hill 5/10/2012
17. White Fields 5/10/2012
18. The Wood Of Flowers 5/10/2012
19. The White Wido 5/10/2012
20. In The Orchard 5/10/2012
21. April Showers 5/10/2012
22. Westland Row 3/27/2010
23. A Visit From Abroad 3/27/2010
24. The Shell 5/10/2012
25. Righteous Anger 3/27/2010
26. The Fifteen Acres 3/27/2010
27. The Glass Of Beer 3/27/2010
28. The Coolun 3/27/2010
29. The Goat Paths 3/27/2010
30. The Wind 3/27/2010
31. Check 3/27/2010
32. In The Cool Of The Evening 1/1/2004
33. The Daisies 3/27/2010
34. The Spring In Ireland: 1916 3/27/2010
35. The Snare 3/27/2010
36. The Lonely God 1/1/2004
37. I Heard A Bird At Dawn 1/1/2004
38. The Ancient Elf 1/1/2004
39. Hate 1/1/2004
40. In The Poppy Field 1/1/2004
Best Poem of James Stephens

In The Poppy Field

Mad Patsy said, he said to me,
That every morning he could see
An angel walking on the sky;
Across the sunny skies of morn
He threw great handfuls far and nigh
Of poppy seed among the corn;
And then, he said, the angels run
To see the poppies in the sun.

A poppy is a devil weed,
I said to him - he disagreed;
He said the devil had no hand
In spreading flowers tall and fair
Through corn and rye and meadow land,
by garth and barrow everywhere:
The devil has not any flower,
But only money in his power.

And then he stretched out in the ...

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I Heard A Bird At Dawn

I heard a bird at dawn
Singing sweetly on a tree,
That the dew was on the lawn,
And the wind was on the lea;
But I didn't listen to him,
For he didn't sing to me.

I didn't listen to him,
For he didn't sing to me

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