George William Russell

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

George William Russell Poems

41. On A Hill-Top 5/7/2012
42. Krishna 5/7/2012
43. The Veils Of Maya 5/7/2012
44. In The Womb 5/7/2012
45. Truth 5/7/2012
46. Fantasy 5/7/2012
47. The Mountaineer 5/7/2012
48. Inheritance 5/7/2012
49. In As Much 5/7/2012
50. The Seer 5/7/2012
51. The Dream Of The Children 5/7/2012
52. Recall 5/7/2012
53. The Last Hero 5/7/2012
54. Unconscious 5/7/2012
55. Love 5/7/2012
56. Om 5/7/2012
57. Indian Song 5/7/2012
58. The Nuts Of Knowledge 5/7/2012
59. Janus 5/7/2012
60. The Grey Eros 5/7/2012
61. The Earth Breath 5/7/2012
62. The Mid-World 5/7/2012
63. Rememberance 5/7/2012
64. The Visoin Of Love 5/7/2012
65. The Christ-Sword 5/7/2012
66. Whom We Worship 5/7/2012
67. Reflections 5/7/2012
68. Illusion 5/7/2012
69. Weariness 5/7/2012
70. The Garden Of God 5/7/2012
71. Ordeal 5/7/2012
72. The Voice Of The Sea 5/7/2012
73. The Hour Of Twilight 5/7/2012
74. Our Thrones Decay 5/7/2012
75. Recollection 5/7/2012
76. The Well Of All-Healing 5/7/2012
77. The Fountain Of Shadowy Beauty 5/7/2012
78. The Feast Of Age 5/7/2012
79. Glory And Shadow 5/7/2012
80. The Robing Of The King 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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A Call

DUSK its ash-grey blossoms sheds on violet skies,
Over twilight mountains where the heart songs rise,
Rise and fall and fade away from earth to air.
Earth renews the music sweeter. Oh, come there.
Come, acushla, come, as in ancient times
Rings aloud the underland with faery chimes.
Down the unseen ways as strays each tinkling fleece
Winding ever onward to a fold of peace,
So my dreams go straying in a land more fair;

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