Joseph Mary Plunkett
Joseph Mary Plunkett Poems
|41.||Moriturus Te Salutat||5/25/2012|
|42.||White Waves On The Water||5/25/2012|
|43.||The Claim That Has The Canker On The Rose||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 Dark Way||5/25/2012|
|47.||The Splendour Of God||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|
|53.||If I Should Need To Tear Aside||5/25/2012|
|54.||I Saw The Sun At Midnight||5/25/2012|
|56.||I Love You With My Every Breath||5/25/2012|
|57.||In The Wilderness||5/25/2012|
|58.||I See His Blood Upon The Rose||5/25/2012|
Comments about 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.
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.