James Stephens

(9 February 1882 - 26 December 1950 / Dublin)

A Visit From Abroad

Poem by James Stephens

A speck went blowing up against the sky
As little as a leaf: then it drew near
And broadened. -- ' It's a bird,' said I,
And fetched my bow and arrows. It was queer!
It grew up from a speck into a blot,
And squattered past a cloud; then it flew down
All crumply, and waggled such a lot
I thought the thing would fall.--It was a brown
Old carpet, where the man was sitting snug,
Who, when he reached the ground, began to sew
A big hole in the middle of the rug,
And kept on peeping everywhere to know
Who might be coming -- then he gave a twist
And flew away . . . . I fired at him but missed.


Comments about A Visit From Abroad by James Stephens

  • Susan WilliamsSusan Williams (1/30/2018 3:55:00 PM)

    ummmmmm.... that was different. Boy was that ever different. Strange too. Downright weird in fact. I hope he never gets another visitor from abroad(Report)Reply

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  • Edward Kofi LouisEdward Kofi Louis (1/30/2018 2:25:00 PM)

    But missed! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.(Report)Reply

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  • Bernard F. AsuncionBernard F. Asuncion (1/30/2018 1:22:00 AM)

    Such an interesting write by James Stephens👍👍👍(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 27, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, May 6, 2011