James Stephens

(9 February 1882 - 26 December 1950 / Dublin)

Poems of James Stephens

21. The Cow 5/10/2012
22. The Daisies 3/27/2010
23. The Devil's Bag 5/10/2012
24. The Fifteen Acres 3/27/2010
25. The Glass Of Beer 3/27/2010
26. The Goat Paths 3/27/2010
27. The Horse 5/10/2012
28. The Lonely God 1/1/2004
29. The Old Man 5/10/2012
30. The Secret 5/10/2012
31. The Shell 5/10/2012
32. The Snare 3/27/2010
33. The Spring In Ireland: 1916 3/27/2010
34. The Turn of the Road 5/10/2012
35. The White Wido 5/10/2012
36. The Wind 3/27/2010
37. The Wood of Flowers 5/10/2012
38. Westland Row 3/27/2010
39. What the Snake Saw 5/10/2012
40. White Fields 5/10/2012

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.

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