Padraic Colum

(8 December 1881 – 11 January 1972 / County Longford)

Padraic Colum Poems

1. Crane 4/20/2010
2. Dedication: To M. C. M. C. 4/20/2010
3. Humming-Bird 4/20/2010
4. Hawaiian 4/20/2010
5. Garadh 4/20/2010
6. Dedicatory Poem: To George Sigerson, Poet And Scholar 4/20/2010
7. Interior 4/20/2010
8. Kalmuck Bride 4/20/2010
9. Hornets 4/20/2010
10. Gilderoy 4/20/2010
11. Dublin Roads 4/20/2010
12. Crows 4/20/2010
13. David Ap Gwillam At The Mass Of The Birds 4/20/2010
14. In Memory Of John Butler Yeats 4/20/2010
15. Dermott Donn Macmorna 4/20/2010
16. Queen Gormlai 4/20/2010
17. Swallow 4/20/2010
18. Men On Islands 4/20/2010
19. Jackdaw 4/20/2010
20. Laburnums 4/20/2010
21. In The Carolina Woods 4/20/2010
22. Odysseus: In Memory Of Arthur Griffith 4/20/2010
23. Fuchsia Hedges In Connacht 4/20/2010
24. Imitation Of A Welsh Poem 4/20/2010
25. Pigeons 4/20/2010
26. Verses For Alfeo Faggi's Stations Of The Cross 4/20/2010
27. The Toy-Maker 4/20/2010
28. Spinning Songs 4/20/2010
29. The Rune-Master 4/20/2010
30. The Beggar's Child 4/20/2010
31. Girls Spinning 4/20/2010
32. Condors 4/20/2010
33. Breffne Caoinc 4/20/2010
34. Sojourning And Wandering 4/20/2010
35. The Terrible Robber Men 4/20/2010
36. King Cahill's Farewell To The Rye Field 4/20/2010
37. Reminiscence 4/20/2010
38. Wild Ass 4/20/2010
39. Plovers 4/20/2010
40. Blades 4/20/2010
Best Poem of Padraic Colum

Old Woman Of The Roads

O, to have a little house!
To own the hearth and stool and all!
The heaped up sods against the fire,
The pile of turf against the wall!
To have a clock with weights and chains
And pendulum swinging up and down!
A dresser filled with shining delph,
Speckled and white and blue and brown!
I could be busy all the day
Clearing and sweeping hearth and floor,
And fixing on their shelf again
My white and blue and speckled store!
I could be quiet there at night
Beside the fire and by myself,
Sure of a bed and loth to leave
The ticking clock ...

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Tulips

An age being mathematical, these flowers
Of linear stalks and spheroid blooms were prized
By men with wakened, speculative minds,
And when with mathematics they explored
The Macrocosm, and came at last to
The Vital Spirit of the World, and named it
Invisible Pure Fire, or, say, the Light,
The Tulips were the Light's receptacles.
The gold, the bronze, the red, the bright-swart Tulips!

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