Irish Poet, Playwright
"And many a poor man that has roved Loved and thought himself beloved from a glad kindness cannot take his eyes."
"And now he is singing a bard's curse upon you, O brother abbot, and upon your father and your mother, and your grandfather and your grandmother, and upon all your relations.' Is he cursing in rhyme?' He is cursing in rhyme, and with two assonances in every line of his curse.'"
"And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand. She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs; but I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears."
"And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun."
"Apartment I had in full of bees clearing. I find peace wherever buzz of crickets singing, calm with morning fog slowly drained at the end; North there is always shines, glitters noon heat, A purple twilight is full of wings greenfinches. I will rise now to go, because I hear the voice wave, though splash. When licks shore, barely seeping into silence; roadway under the foot pavement, pavement or asphalt highways, I hear it day and night, at the heart of it I hear."
"Any fool can fight a winning battle, but it needs character to fight a losing one, and that should inspire us; which reminds me that I dreamed the other night that I was being hanged, but was the life and soul of the party."