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James Stephens
James Stephens
(9 February 1882 - 26 December 1950 / Dublin)
James Stephens Poems
| 1. | The Old Man | 5/10/2012 |
| 2. | The Cow | 5/10/2012 |
| 3. | O'Bruaidar | 5/10/2012 |
| 4. | What the Devil Said | 3/30/2016 |
| 5. | Insurrections | 5/10/2012 |
| 6. | The Horse | 5/10/2012 |
| 7. | The Coral Island | 5/10/2012 |
| 8. | The Secret | 5/10/2012 |
| 9. | The Devil's Bag | 5/10/2012 |
| 10. | The Cherry Tree | 5/10/2012 |
| 11. | The Turn Of The Road | 5/10/2012 |
| 12. | What The Snake Saw | 5/10/2012 |
| 13. | The Wood Of Flowers | 5/10/2012 |
| 14. | Midnight | 5/10/2012 |
| 15. | White Fields | 5/10/2012 |
| 16. | Blue-Blood | 5/10/2012 |
| 17. | Strict Joy | 5/10/2012 |
| 18. | The White Wido | 5/10/2012 |
| 19. | Behind The Hill | 5/10/2012 |
| 20. | In The Orchard | 5/10/2012 |
| 21. | Westland Row | 3/27/2010 |
| 22. | Breakfast Time | 5/10/2012 |
| 23. | The Shell | 5/10/2012 |
| 24. | Righteous Anger | 3/27/2010 |
| 25. | The Fifteen Acres | 3/27/2010 |
| 26. | April Showers | 5/10/2012 |
| 27. | A Visit From Abroad | 3/27/2010 |
| 28. | The Glass Of Beer | 3/27/2010 |
| 29. | The Goat Paths | 3/27/2010 |
| 30. | The Coolun | 3/27/2010 |
| 31. | The Daisies | 3/27/2010 |
| 32. | In The Cool Of The Evening | 1/1/2004 |
| 33. | The Wind | 3/27/2010 |
| 34. | The Spring In Ireland: 1916 | 3/27/2010 |
| 35. | The Lonely God | 1/1/2004 |
| 36. | In The Poppy Field | 1/1/2004 |
| 37. | The Snare | 3/27/2010 |
| 38. | Hate | 1/1/2004 |
| 39. | Check | 3/27/2010 |
| 40. | I Heard A Bird At Dawn | 1/1/2004 |
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Comments about James Stephens
Best Poem of James Stephens
The Ancient Elf
I am the maker,
The builder, the breaker,
The eagle-winged helper,
The speedy forsaker!
The lance and the lyre,
The water, the fire,
The tooth of oppression,
The lip of desire!
The snare and the wing,
They honey, the sting!
When you seek for me--look
For a different thing!
I, careless and gay,
Never mean what I say,
For my thoughts and my eyes
Look the opposite way!
In The Poppy Field
Mad Patsy said, he said to me,
That every morning he could see
An angel walking on the sky;
Across the sunny skies of morn
He threw great handfuls far and nigh
Of poppy seed among the corn;
And then, he said, the angels run
To see the poppies in the sun.
Does anyone know the poem by James Stephens 'O Ghost, that has gone away'? I need to check a text.
In the forth line of the poem Check I believe the word should be stole not sole. I had to memorise this at school back in the early 60's and the word was stole.
Where is the brilliant James Stephens poem 'The Shell'? It should be here. The simple act of putting a shell to the ear caused him to produce a truly wonderful poem.