Francis Ledwidge

(19 August 1887 – 31 July 1917 / Janeville, Slane)

Francis Ledwidge Poems

1. Fairies 4/16/2010
2. Behind The Closed Eye 1/3/2003
3. Soliloquy 1/3/2003
4. A Little Boy In The Morning 1/3/2003
5. A Rainy Day In April 1/3/2003
6. My Mother 1/3/2003
7. Lament For The Poets: 1916 1/3/2003
8. To One Dead 1/3/2003
9. A Soldier's Grave 4/16/2010
10. Lament For Thomas Mcdonagh 1/3/2003
11. Spring And Autumn 1/3/2003
12. The Shadow People 1/3/2003
13. The Wife Of Llew 1/3/2003
14. The Lost Ones 1/3/2003
15. A Fairy Hunt 4/16/2010
16. In France 4/16/2010
17. Pan 4/16/2010
18. A Mother's Song 4/16/2010
19. Lady Fair 4/16/2010
20. At A Poet's Grave 4/16/2010
21. Ireland 4/16/2010
22. Spring 4/16/2010
23. Autumn 4/16/2010
24. After Court Martial 4/16/2010
25. At Currabwee 4/16/2010
26. Had I A Golden Pound (After The Irish) 4/16/2010
27. Dawn 4/16/2010
28. Ardan Mór 4/16/2010
29. Old Clo 4/16/2010
30. In A Cafe 4/16/2010
31. Ceol Sidhe 4/16/2010
32. Two Songs 4/16/2010
33. Spring Love 4/16/2010
34. To An Old Quill Of Lord Dunsany's 4/16/2010
35. The Little Children 4/16/2010
36. To One Who Comes Now And Then 4/16/2010
37. To A Sparrow 4/16/2010
38. The Dead Kings 4/16/2010
39. The Rushes 4/16/2010
40. June 3/27/2012
Best Poem of Francis Ledwidge

Fairies

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 ?

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To One Dead

A blackbird singing
On a moss-upholstered stone,
Bluebells swinging,
Shadows wildly blown,
A song in the wood,
A ship on the sea.
The song was for you
and the ship was for me.

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