Joseph Mary Plunkett

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

No Song - Poem by Joseph Mary Plunkett

I loose the secrets of my soul
And mint my heart to heavy words
Lest you should need to ask a dole
Of singing from the winds and birds—
You will not heed nor bear my soul.

I coin again a greater sum
Of silence, and you will not heed:
The fallow spaces call you “Come,
The season’s ripe to sow the seed”—
Both I and these are better dumb.

I have no way to make you hear,
No song will echo in your heart;
Now must I with the fading year
Fade. Without meeting we must part—
No song nor silence you will hear.


Comments about No Song by Joseph Mary Plunkett

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (2/5/2016 11:45:00 AM)


    Awesome poem. How a persone give up easily when he sees the things not working according to his wish...
    I have no way to make you hear,
    No song will echo in your heart;
    Now must I with the fading year
    Fade. Without meeting we must part—
    No song nor silence you will hear.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 25, 2012



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