Joseph Mary Plunkett

(21 November 1887 – 4 May 1916 / Dublin / Ireland)

The White Feather - Poem by Joseph Mary Plunkett

I’ve watched with Death a dreadful year
Nor flinched until you plucked apart
A feather from the wings of Fear—
Your innocence has stabbed my heart.

I took your terrible trust to keep,
Deep in my heart it flames and sears,
And what I’ve sown I dare not reap
For bitterness of blinding tears.

I have not scattered starry seed
On windy ridges of the skies,
But I have ploughed my heart indeed
And sown the secrets of your eyes.

And now I cannot reap the grain
Growing above that stony sod
Because a shining plume lies plain
Fallen from following wings of God.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 25, 2012



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