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. Insurrections 5/10/2012
4. O'Bruaidar 5/10/2012
5. What the Devil Said 3/30/2016
6. The Cherry Tree 5/10/2012
7. The Secret 5/10/2012
8. The Devil's Bag 5/10/2012
9. The Coral Island 5/10/2012
10. The Horse 5/10/2012
11. The Turn Of The Road 5/10/2012
12. What The Snake Saw 5/10/2012
13. Midnight 5/10/2012
14. The Wood Of Flowers 5/10/2012
15. Blue-Blood 5/10/2012
16. Strict Joy 5/10/2012
17. The White Wido 5/10/2012
18. Behind The Hill 5/10/2012
19. White Fields 5/10/2012
20. In The Orchard 5/10/2012
21. Breakfast Time 5/10/2012
22. Westland Row 3/27/2010
23. A Visit From Abroad 3/27/2010
24. The Shell 5/10/2012
25. Righteous Anger 3/27/2010
26. The Fifteen Acres 3/27/2010
27. April Showers 5/10/2012
28. The Glass Of Beer 3/27/2010
29. The Goat Paths 3/27/2010
30. The Coolun 3/27/2010
31. The Wind 3/27/2010
32. In The Cool Of The Evening 1/1/2004
33. The Daisies 3/27/2010
34. The Lonely God 1/1/2004
35. The Spring In Ireland: 1916 3/27/2010
36. The Snare 3/27/2010
37. In The Poppy Field 1/1/2004
38. I Heard A Bird At Dawn 1/1/2004
39. Check 3/27/2010
40. Hate 1/1/2004

Comments about James Stephens

  • Jenny (12/13/2017 4:05:00 AM)

    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.

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  • Careful with that dogma, my karma might hit it . (7/1/2006 6:06:00 AM)

    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.

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!

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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.

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