James Stephens

(9 February 1882 - 26 December 1950 / Dublin)

In The Poppy Field - Poem by James Stephens

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 sun
And rolled upon his back for fun:
He kicked his legs and roared for joy
Because the sun was shining down:
He said he was a little boy
And would not work for any clown:
He ran and laughed behind a bee,
And danced for very ecstasy.


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  • Freshman - 594 Points Stephen W (7/29/2014 6:05:00 AM)

    what a fine idea, to spread the poppy seeds! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 10, 2012


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