Francis Ledwidge
Francis Ledwidge Poems
1. | Thoughts At The Trysting Stile | 5/11/2012 |
2. | Aarstiderne | 8/2/2012 |
3. | The Call To Ireland | 5/11/2012 |
4. | The Sylph | 4/16/2010 |
5. | The Lanawn Shee | 4/16/2010 |
6. | To One Who Comes Now And Then | 4/16/2010 |
7. | Una Bawn | 4/16/2010 |
8. | Youth | 4/16/2010 |
9. | The Find | 4/16/2010 |
10. | The Rushes | 4/16/2010 |
11. | June | 3/27/2012 |
12. | To A Sparrow | 4/16/2010 |
13. | The Dead Kings | 4/16/2010 |
14. | The Little Children | 4/16/2010 |
15. | To An Old Quill Of Lord Dunsany's | 4/16/2010 |
16. | Spring Love | 4/16/2010 |
17. | Two Songs | 4/16/2010 |
18. | With Flowers | 4/16/2010 |
19. | At Currabwee | 4/16/2010 |
20. | Ceol Sidhe | 4/16/2010 |
21. | In A Cafe | 4/16/2010 |
22. | Old Clo | 4/16/2010 |
23. | Ardan Mór | 4/16/2010 |
24. | Dawn | 4/16/2010 |
25. | Had I A Golden Pound (After The Irish) | 4/16/2010 |
26. | Autumn | 4/16/2010 |
27. | After Court Martial | 4/16/2010 |
28. | At A Poet's Grave | 4/16/2010 |
29. | Spring | 4/16/2010 |
30. | Ireland | 4/16/2010 |
31. | Lady Fair | 4/16/2010 |
32. | A Mother's Song | 4/16/2010 |
33. | A Fairy Hunt | 4/16/2010 |
34. | The Lost Ones | 1/3/2003 |
35. | The Wife Of Llew | 1/3/2003 |
36. | The Shadow People | 1/3/2003 |
37. | Spring And Autumn | 1/3/2003 |
38. | Pan | 4/16/2010 |
39. | In France | 4/16/2010 |
40. | Lament For Thomas Mcdonagh | 1/3/2003 |
Comments about Francis Ledwidge
Soliloquy
When I was young I had a care
Lest I should cheat me of my share
Of that which makes it sweet to strive
For life, and dying still survive,
A name in sunshine written higher
Than lark or poet dare aspire.
But I grew weary doing well.
Besides, 'twas sweeter in that hell,
Down with the loud banditti people
Who robbed the orchards, climbed the steeple
For jackdaws' eyes and made the cock
Crow ere 'twas daylight on the clock.
I was so very bad the neighbours
Spoke of me at their daily labours.
And now I'm drinking wine in France,
The helpless ...
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.
Good poet
I'm currently learning about him
Brilliant poet and true Irish patriot.
R.I.P Francis
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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