Joseph Mary Plunkett

(21 November 1887 – 4 May 1916 / Dublin / Ireland)

It Is Her Voice Who Dwells Within The Emerald Wall And Sapphire House Of Flame - Poem by Joseph Mary Plunkett

Behold! a white Hawk tangled in a twisted net of dreams
Struggles no more, but lines the cords with feathers from her breast
Seeing herself within the mystic circle of my voice,
Whereat forthwith its music turns to blades and tongues of fire
Rending the bonds and weaving round the Hawk a skein of light
Raising the work and the Toiler to the never-ending Day.


Comments about It Is Her Voice Who Dwells Within The Emerald Wall And Sapphire House Of Flame by Joseph Mary Plunkett

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (1/29/2016 3:19:00 AM)


    A nice philosophical poem. I liked it. The description of soul in body is well thought and written. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 25, 2012



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