George William Russell

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

George William Russell Poems

81. On A Hillside 5/7/2012
82. The Child Of Destiny 5/7/2012
83. Breaghy 5/7/2012
84. On Behalf Of Some Irishmen Not Followers Of Tradition 5/7/2012
85. In Connemara 5/7/2012
86. Twilight By The Cabin 5/7/2012
87. Kinship 5/7/2012
88. The Joy Of Earth 5/7/2012
89. The Parting Of Ways 5/7/2012
90. Destiny 5/7/2012
91. When 5/7/2012
92. Transformations 5/7/2012
93. The Everlasting Battle 5/7/2012
94. In Memoriam 5/7/2012
95. Momentary 5/7/2012
96. Reconciliation 5/7/2012
97. Epilogue 5/7/2012
98. Epigram 5/7/2012
99. Magic 5/7/2012
100. Natural Magic 5/7/2012
101. The Silence Of Love 5/7/2012
102. The Tide Of Sorrow 5/7/2012
103. Warning 5/7/2012
104. Prayer 5/7/2012
105. The Spirit Of The Gay 5/7/2012
106. The Iron Age 5/7/2012
107. The Divine Vision 5/7/2012
108. Divine Visitation 5/7/2012
109. The Free 5/7/2012
110. The Gift 5/7/2012
111. The Master Singer 5/7/2012
112. The Earth 5/7/2012
113. The Memory Of Earth 5/7/2012
114. The Golden Age 5/7/2012
115. Tragedy 5/7/2012
116. Waiting 5/7/2012
117. Dust 5/7/2012
118. The Unknown God 5/7/2012
119. The Hermit 5/7/2012
120. Oversoul 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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