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

Check

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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The Lonely God

So Eden was deserted, and at eve
Into the quiet place God came to grieve.
His face was sad, His hands hung slackly down
Along his robe; too sorrowful to frown
He paced along the grassy paths and through
The silent trees, and where the flowers grew
Tended by Adam. All the birds had gone
Out to the world, and singing was not one
To cheer the lonely God out of His grief --

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