Joseph Mary Plunkett

[Seosamh Máire Pluincéid] (21 November 1887 – 4 May 1916 / Dublin / Ireland)

Joseph Mary Plunkett Poems

41. Arbor Vitae 5/25/2012
42. The Stars Sang In God's Garden 5/25/2012
43. White Waves On The Water 5/25/2012
44. The Little Black Rose Shall Be Red At Last 5/25/2012
45. When All The Stars Become A Memory 5/25/2012
46. The Splendour Of God 5/25/2012
47. The Dark Way 5/25/2012
48. My Soul Is Sick With Longing 5/25/2012
49. White Dove Of The Wild Dark Eyes 5/25/2012
50. The White Feather 5/25/2012
51. 1867 5/25/2012
52. If I Should Need To Tear Aside 5/25/2012
53. Initiation 5/25/2012
54. In The Wilderness 5/25/2012
55. To Grace 5/25/2012
56. I Saw The Sun At Midnight 5/25/2012
57. I Love You With My Every Breath 5/25/2012
58. I See His Blood Upon The Rose 5/25/2012
Best Poem of Joseph Mary Plunkett

I See His Blood Upon The Rose

I see his blood upon the rose
And in the stars the glory of his eyes,
His body gleams amid eternal snows,
His tears fall from the skies.

I see his face in every flower;
The thunder and the singing of the birds
Are but his voice—and carven by his power
Rocks are his written words.

All pathways by his feet are worn,
His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea,
His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn,
His cross is every tree.

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Aaron

I am the Seer: for in you I see
The fair unfolding of a secret flower,
The pomp and pageant of eternal power,
The crown and pride of your high destiny.
I am the Prophet: this your prophecy—
Your deeds and Heaven’s fill the echoing hour,
The Splendour of all splendours for your dower
Is given, a witness of the things to be.

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