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. Dublin Roads 4/20/2010
8. Interior 4/20/2010
9. Kalmuck Bride 4/20/2010
10. Hornets 4/20/2010
11. Gilderoy 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. Legend 4/20/2010
16. Dermott Donn Macmorna 4/20/2010
17. Queen Gormlai 4/20/2010
18. Swallow 4/20/2010
19. Men On Islands 4/20/2010
20. Jackdaw 4/20/2010
21. Laburnums 4/20/2010
22. In The Carolina Woods 4/20/2010
23. Odysseus: In Memory Of Arthur Griffith 4/20/2010
24. Pigeons 4/20/2010
25. Fuchsia Hedges In Connacht 4/20/2010
26. Imitation Of A Welsh Poem 4/20/2010
27. Verses For Alfeo Faggi's Stations Of The Cross 4/20/2010
28. The Toy-Maker 4/20/2010
29. Spinning Songs 4/20/2010
30. The Rune-Master 4/20/2010
31. The Beggar's Child 4/20/2010
32. Girls Spinning 4/20/2010
33. Condors 4/20/2010
34. Breffne Caoinc 4/20/2010
35. Sojourning And Wandering 4/20/2010
36. The Terrible Robber Men 4/20/2010
37. King Cahill's Farewell To The Rye Field 4/20/2010
38. Reminiscence 4/20/2010
39. Plovers 4/20/2010
40. Wild Ass 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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The Plougher

Sunset and silence! A man: around him earth savage, earth broken;
Beside him two horses -- a plough!
Earth savage, earth broken, the brutes, the dawn man there in the sunset,
And the Plough that is twin to the Sword, that is founder of cities!
"Brute-tamer, plough-maker, earth-breaker! Can'st hear? There are ages
between us.
Is it praying you are as you stand there alone in the sunset?
"Surely our sky-born gods can be naught to you, earth child and earth
master?

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