George William Russell

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

George William Russell Poems

121. Unity 5/7/2012
122. Content 5/7/2012
123. Endurance 5/7/2012
124. Children Of Lir 5/7/2012
125. Duality 5/7/2012
126. Blindness 5/7/2012
127. The Pain Of The Earth 5/7/2012
128. The Winds Of Angus 5/7/2012
129. Mystery 5/7/2012
130. The Twilight Of Earth 5/7/2012
131. Sung On A By-Way 5/7/2012
132. Dream Love 5/7/2012
133. The Virgin Mother 5/7/2012
134. Childhood 5/7/2012
135. Light And Dark 5/7/2012
136. Brotherhood 5/7/2012
137. Forgiveness 5/7/2012
138. The Voice Of The Waters 5/7/2012
139. Hope In Failure 5/7/2012
140. Frolic 5/7/2012
141. The Faces Of Memory 5/7/2012
142. Affinity 5/4/2012
143. Alien 5/7/2012
144. Aphrodite 5/7/2012
145. A Prayer 5/7/2012
146. A Last Counsel 5/4/2012
147. Benediction 5/7/2012
148. The Dream 5/7/2012
149. Faith 5/7/2012
150. A Return 5/7/2012
151. Babylon 5/7/2012
152. A Vision Of Beauty 5/7/2012
153. A New Theme 5/7/2012
154. Age And Youth 5/4/2012
155. A Farewell 5/4/2012
156. Answer 5/7/2012
157. A Summer Night 5/7/2012
158. A Call 5/4/2012
159. A Midnight Meditation 5/7/2012
160. Mistrust 5/7/2012
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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