James Stephens

(9 February 1882 - 26 December 1950 / Dublin)

James Stephens Poems

1. The Cow 5/10/2012
2. Insurrections 5/10/2012
3. O'Bruaidar 5/10/2012
4. What the Devil Said 3/30/2016
5. The Old Man 5/10/2012
6. The Secret 5/10/2012
7. The Coral Island 5/10/2012
8. The Horse 5/10/2012
9. The Devil's Bag 5/10/2012
10. The Cherry Tree 5/10/2012
11. The Turn Of The Road 5/10/2012
12. What The Snake Saw 5/10/2012
13. Midnight 5/10/2012
14. The Wood Of Flowers 5/10/2012
15. White Fields 5/10/2012
16. Blue-Blood 5/10/2012
17. Strict Joy 5/10/2012
18. The White Wido 5/10/2012
19. Behind The Hill 5/10/2012
20. In The Orchard 5/10/2012
21. Breakfast Time 5/10/2012
22. The Shell 5/10/2012
23. Westland Row 3/27/2010
24. A Visit From Abroad 3/27/2010
25. Righteous Anger 3/27/2010
26. The Fifteen Acres 3/27/2010
27. April Showers 5/10/2012
28. The Goat Paths 3/27/2010
29. The Coolun 3/27/2010
30. The Wind 3/27/2010
31. The Glass Of Beer 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 Lonely God 1/1/2004
36. I Heard A Bird At Dawn 1/1/2004
37. The Ancient Elf 1/1/2004
38. The Snare 3/27/2010
39. Hate 1/1/2004
40. In The Poppy Field 1/1/2004
Best Poem of James Stephens

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The night was creeping on the ground;
She crept and did not make a sound
Until she reached the tree, and then
She covered it, and sole again
Along the grass beside the wall.

I heard the rustle of her shawl
As she threw blackness everywhere
Upon the sky and ground and air,
And in the room where I was hid:
But no matter what she did
To everything that was without,
She could not put my candle out.

So I stared at the night, and she
Stared back solemnly at me.

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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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