poet Francis Ledwidge

Francis Ledwidge

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Comments about Francis Ledwidge

  • Kelly (2/17/2019 3:15:00 PM)

    I just discovered this gentleman. " Soliloquy" particularly touches me. His intuition—maybe anxiety—is astounding, especially in that his almost premonitory poems bespeak his demise.

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  • Caitlin (10/12/2018 6:55:00 AM)

    I think that Francis Ledwidge was very interesting and i think that he had a hard childhood. His poems are very passionate.

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  • Thomas (5/3/2018 7:54:00 AM)

    Last week, I visited his monument in Belgium. It gave me goosebumps. Than I went home and had with my wife while she was drinking Nesquick chocolate milk. But after all he ain't too bad. Some poems are pretty and others are gruell. Next week I go to London, to go to the hookers. because my wife doens't give good succ.

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  • Amy Elliott (2/4/2018 6:39:00 AM)

    Good poet
    I'm currently learning about him

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  • Dave Keech (12/15/2017 7:16:00 AM)

    Brilliant poet and true Irish patriot.

    R.I.P Francis

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  • Alan Matthews (8/17/2017 11:26:00 AM)

    Francis Ledwidge's submissions to the Drogheda Independent were, at the time, also being printed submission by submission in staves with the intention of publishing a book when the series ended. The series ended abruptly and the staves were put in to storage and ended up being dumped in 1976. One of the staves was saved and the book has finally been published in 2017 entitled Legends and Stories of the Boyne Side by Francis E. Ledwidge. available at www.ledwidgelostlegends.ie. more information is also available on facebook at thelostledwidge

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  • Charles Zult (3/1/2016 12:18:00 AM)

    Nice

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Best Poem of Francis Ledwidge

Behind The Closed Eye

I walk the old frequented ways
That wind around the tangled braes,
I live again the sunny days
Ere I the city knew.

And scenes of old again are born,
The woodbine lassoing the thorn,
And drooping Ruth-like in the corn
The poppies weep the dew.

Above me in their hundred schools
The magpies bend their young to rules,
And like an apron full of jewels
The dewy cobweb swings.

And frisking in the stream below
The troutlets make the circles flow,
And the hungry crane doth watch them grow
As a smoker does his rings.

Above me smokes the ...

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The Wife Of Llew

And Gwydion said to Math, when it was Spring:
"Come now and let us make a wife for Llew."
And so they broke broad boughs yet moist with dew,
And in a shadow made a magic ring:
They took the violet and the meadow-sweet
To form her pretty face, and for her feet
They built a mound of daisies on a wing,
And for her voice they made a linnet sing
In the wide poppy blowing for her mouth.