Fairies Poem by Francis Ledwidge

Fairies

Rating: 2.9


Maiden-poet, come with me
To the heaped up cairn of Maeve,
And there we'll dance a fairy dance
Upon a fairy's grave.

In and out among the trees,
Filling all the night with sound,
The morning, strung upon her star,
Shall chase us round and round.


What are we but fairies too,
Living but in dreams alone,
Or, at the most, but children still,
Innocent and overgrown ?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Srimayee Ganguly 29 December 2012

Lovely poem. Reminds me of Midsummer Night's Dream (Shakespearean Play): of Titania and Bottom and the fairies.

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Edwin Powell 28 May 2024

loved it.Well versed

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Mizzy ........ 26 August 2016

A short poem loaded with wisdom.....beautifully written.

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John Richter 29 December 2014

The -cairn of Maeve- refers to the grave of a Mythical Irish Queen who could otherwise be known as -she who intoxicates-. So I think the mention of fairies is more utilitarian than fanciful- I think this might be the tale of a lad searching for his lover - whom he has not yet found - and that they love each other only in dreams or perhaps they are but overgrown children not yet realizing that they were meant for one another sexually - but he still does not know who she is yet. In that light I find this an absolutely wonderful little poem.....

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John Richter 29 December 2014

The -cairn of Maeve- refers to the grave of a Mythical Irish Queen who could otherwise be known as -she who intoxicates-. So I think the mention of fairies is more utilitarian than fanciful- I think this might be the tale of a lad searching for his lover - whom he has not yet found - and that they love each other only in dreams or perhaps they are but overgrown children not yet realizing that they were meant for one another sexually - but he still does not know who she is yet. In that light I find this an absolutely wonderful little poem.....

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Rajnish Manga 29 December 2014

Well said, we are also fairies likened to children- innocent and overgrown- living in the world of dreams. I like it.

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