James Stephens

(9 February 1882 - 26 December 1950 / Dublin)

James Stephens Poems

1. A Visit From Abroad 3/27/2010
2. April Showers 5/10/2012
3. Behind The Hill 5/10/2012
4. Blue-Blood 5/10/2012
5. Breakfast Time 5/10/2012
6. Check 3/27/2010
7. Hate 1/1/2004
8. I Heard A Bird At Dawn 1/1/2004
9. In The Cool Of The Evening 1/1/2004
10. In The Orchard 5/10/2012
11. In The Poppy Field 1/1/2004
12. Insurrections 5/10/2012
13. Midnight 5/10/2012
14. O'Bruaidar 5/10/2012
15. Righteous Anger 3/27/2010
16. Strict Joy 5/10/2012
17. The Ancient Elf 1/1/2004
18. The Cherry Tree 5/10/2012
19. The Coolun 3/27/2010
20. The Coral Island 5/10/2012
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
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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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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