Padraic Colum

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

Interior - Poem by Padraic Colum

THE little moths are creeping
Across the cottage pane;
On the floor the chickens gather,
And they make talk and complain.

And she sits by the fire
Who has reared so many men;
Her voice is low like the chickens'
With the things she says again:

'The sons that come back do be restless,
They search for the thing to say;
Then they take thought like the swallows,
And the morrow brings them away.

In the old, old days upon Innish,
The fields were lucky and bright,
And if you lay down you'd be covered
By the grass of one soft night.

And doves flew with every burial
That went to Innishore
Two white doves with the coffened,
But the doves fly no more.'

She speaks and the chickens gather,
And they make talk and complain,
While the little moths are creeping
Across the cottage pane.


Comments about Interior by Padraic Colum

  • (8/29/2017 11:06:00 PM)


    A great poem displaying a wide sweep of imagery. Thanks for sharing it here. (Report) Reply

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  • Pranab K Chakraborty (8/29/2017 11:38:00 AM)


    Imagery so powerful haunts the reader to a life certain class. People as if peeping through the words. Thanks for posting. (Report) Reply

  • Anil Kumar Panda (8/29/2017 10:44:00 AM)


    A beautiful verse with nice flow. Each stanza is very interesting. Congrats. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (8/29/2017 10:43:00 AM)


    Two white doves! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (8/29/2017 4:28:00 AM)


    Great write. Nice expression. Thanks and congratulations to his soul. (Report) Reply

  • Geoffrey Fafard (8/29/2017 4:04:00 AM)


    This is fine and tugs at my soul- -wonderfully written. (Report) Reply

  • Alexander Julian (8/29/2017 3:25:00 AM)


    The first stanza and the last stanza are very alike, just overall reversed in thought. (Report) Reply

  • Subhas Chandra Chakra (8/29/2017 3:21:00 AM)


    And doves flew with every burial
    That went to Innishore
    Two white doves with the coffened,
    But the doves fly no more.'
    A great piece of art.
    Thanks poet.
    10 for it.
    (Report) Reply

  • Anita Aparajita Das (8/29/2017 2:59:00 AM)


    She speaks and the chickens gather,
    And they make talk and complain,
    While the little moths are creeping
    Across the cottage pane.
    Beautiful verse.
    (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (8/29/2017 12:55:00 AM)


    Such a great piece of work in poetry.... I really enjoyed👍👍👍 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 20, 2010



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