James Stephens

(9 February 1882 - 26 December 1950 / Dublin)

James Stephens Poems

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

Comments about James Stephens

  • Aylish (4/13/2018 10:18:00 AM)

    Does anyone know the poem by James Stephens 'O Ghost, that has gone away'? I need to check a text.

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  • 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.

  • 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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Hate

My enemy came nigh,
And I
Stared fiercely in his face.
My lips went writhing back in a grimace,
And stern I watched him with a narrow eye.
Then, as I turned away, my enemy,
That bitter heart and savage, said to me:
"Some day, when this is past,
When all the arrows that we have are cast,

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