Padraic Colum Poems
|81.||The Old College||4/20/2010|
|83.||The Sister's Lullaby||4/20/2010|
|84.||An Drinaun Donn||4/20/2010|
|85.||A Ballad Maker||4/20/2010|
|88.||An Old Woman Of The Roads||4/20/2010|
|89.||A Poor Scholar Of The 'Forties||4/20/2010|
|90.||Polonius And The Ballad Singers||1/1/2004|
|91.||A Rann Of Exile||4/20/2010|
|92.||I Shall Not Die For Thee||1/1/2004|
|93.||An Old Song Re-Sung||4/20/2010|
|94.||Old Men Complaining||1/1/2004|
|100.||Across The Door||4/20/2010|
|102.||She Moved Through The Faire||1/1/2004|
|103.||A Cradle Song||1/1/2004|
|106.||Old Woman Of The Roads||1/1/2004|
Comments about Padraic Colum
You stay for a while beside me with your beauty young and rare,
Though your light limbs are as limber as the foal's that follows the mare;
Brow fair and young and tender where thought has scarce begun,
Hair bright as the breast of the eagle when he strains up to the sun!
In the space of a broken castle I found you on a day
When the call of the new-come cuckoo went with me all the way,
You stood by un-mortised stones that were rough and black with age,
The fawn beloved of the hunter in the panther's broken cage!
And we went down together by paths your childhood ...
I Shall Not Die For Thee
O woman, shapely as the swan,
On your account I shall not die:
The men you've slain -- a trivial clan --
Were less than I.
I ask me shall I die for these --
For blossom teeth and scarlet lips --
And shall that delicate swan-shape
Bring me eclipse?
Well-shaped the breasts and smooth the skin,