Padraic Colum

(8 December 1881 – 11 January 1972 / County Longford)

Padraic Colum Poems

41. The Dead Player: In Memory Of Dudley Digges 4/20/2010
42. No Child 4/20/2010
43. Branding The Foals 4/20/2010
44. The Burial Of Saint Brendan 4/20/2010
45. The Furrow And The Hearth 4/20/2010
46. The Sea Bird To The Wave 4/20/2010
47. Roger Casement 4/20/2010
48. Night-Fliers 4/20/2010
49. Lilac Blossoms 4/20/2010
50. Vultures 4/20/2010
51. The Bird Of Jesus 4/20/2010
52. The Ballad Of Downal Baun 4/20/2010
53. Young Girl: Annam 4/20/2010
54. Macaws 4/20/2010
55. The Poet 4/20/2010
56. At Cashel 4/20/2010
57. The Landing 4/20/2010
58. The Tin-Whistle Player 4/20/2010
59. On Two Sisters Whose Deaths Were Together 4/20/2010
60. The City Clocks 4/20/2010
61. Bird Of Paradise 4/20/2010
62. Achill Girl's Song 4/20/2010
63. The Knitters 4/20/2010
64. Snake 4/20/2010
65. The Resplendent Quetzal-Bird 4/20/2010
66. Bat 4/20/2010
67. Asses 4/20/2010
68. Ave Atque Vale 4/20/2010
69. The Poor Girl's Meditation 4/20/2010
70. Bison 4/20/2010
71. A Mountaineer 4/20/2010
72. A Seer 4/20/2010
73. Otters 4/20/2010
74. Old Soldier 4/20/2010
75. Before The Fair 4/20/2010
76. Shall I Go Bound And You Go Free? 4/20/2010
77. What The Shutter Said As She Lay By The Fire 4/20/2010
78. A Connachtman 4/20/2010
79. Song Of Starlings 4/20/2010
80. Arab Songs 4/20/2010
Best Poem of Padraic Colum

Old Woman Of The Roads

O, to have a little house!
To own the hearth and stool and all!
The heaped up sods against the fire,
The pile of turf against the wall!
To have a clock with weights and chains
And pendulum swinging up and down!
A dresser filled with shining delph,
Speckled and white and blue and brown!
I could be busy all the day
Clearing and sweeping hearth and floor,
And fixing on their shelf again
My white and blue and speckled store!
I could be quiet there at night
Beside the fire and by myself,
Sure of a bed and loth to leave
The ticking clock ...

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The Plougher

Sunset and silence! A man: around him earth savage, earth broken;
Beside him two horses -- a plough!
Earth savage, earth broken, the brutes, the dawn man there in the sunset,
And the Plough that is twin to the Sword, that is founder of cities!
"Brute-tamer, plough-maker, earth-breaker! Can'st hear? There are ages
between us.
Is it praying you are as you stand there alone in the sunset?
"Surely our sky-born gods can be naught to you, earth child and earth
master?

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