George William Russell

[A. E.] (10 April 1867 – 17 July 1935 / Lurgan, County Armagh, Ireland)

George William Russell Poems

1. By The Margin Of The Great Deep 1/4/2003
2. The Great Breath 1/4/2003
3. Dusk 5/7/2012
4. Night 5/7/2012
5. Dawn 5/7/2012
6. Day 5/7/2012
7. Echoes 5/7/2012
8. Winter 5/7/2012
9. Desire 5/7/2012
10. The Place Of Rest 5/7/2012
11. The Dawn Of Darkness 5/7/2012
12. The Symbol Seduces 5/7/2012
13. Rest 5/7/2012
14. Pity 5/7/2012
15. The City 5/7/2012
16. Three Counsellors 5/7/2012
17. Symbolism 5/7/2012
18. Immortality 5/7/2012
19. Dana 5/7/2012
20. Sacrifice 5/7/2012
21. To One Consecrated 5/7/2012
22. Heroic Love 5/7/2012
23. Parting 5/7/2012
24. Night 5/7/2012
25. Dawn Song 5/7/2012
26. The Hour Of The King 5/7/2012
27. The Heroes 5/7/2012
28. Pain 5/7/2012
29. Self-Discpiline 5/7/2012
30. The Man To The Angel 5/7/2012
31. The Vesture Of The Soul 5/7/2012
32. Comfort 5/7/2012
33. Refuge 5/7/2012
34. The Burning-Glass 5/7/2012
35. The Message 5/7/2012
36. The Singing Silences 5/7/2012
37. Carrowmore 5/7/2012
38. Inspiration 5/7/2012
39. The Weaver Of Souls 5/7/2012
40. Creation 5/7/2012

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Best Poem of George William Russell

A Woman's Voice

HIS head within my bosom lay,
But yet his spirit slipped not through:
I only felt the burning clay
That withered for the cooling dew.

It was but pity when I spoke
And called him to my heart for rest,
And half a mother’s love that woke
Feeling his head upon my breast:

And half the lion’s tenderness
To shield her cubs from hurt or death,
Which, when the serried hunters press,
Makes terrible her wounded breath.

But when the lips I breathed upon
Asked for such love as equals claim—
I looked where all the stars ...

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The Great Breath

ITS edges foam'd with amethyst and rose,
Withers once more the old blue flower of day:
There where the ether like a diamond glows,
   Its petals fade away.

A shadowy tumult stirs the dusky air;
Sparkle the delicate dews, the distant snows;
The great deep thrills--for through it everywhere
   The breath of Beauty blows.

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