James Stephens

(9 February 1882 - 26 December 1950 / Dublin)

James Stephens Poems

1. The Old Man 5/10/2012
2. Insurrections 5/10/2012
3. O'Bruaidar 5/10/2012
4. The Devil's Bag 5/10/2012
5. The Secret 5/10/2012
6. The Coral Island 5/10/2012
7. What The Snake Saw 5/10/2012
8. The Cow 5/10/2012
9. The Wood Of Flowers 5/10/2012
10. The Cherry Tree 5/10/2012
11. The Turn Of The Road 5/10/2012
12. The Horse 5/10/2012
13. Blue-Blood 5/10/2012
14. Midnight 5/10/2012
15. White Fields 5/10/2012
16. The White Wido 5/10/2012
17. Behind The Hill 5/10/2012
18. Strict Joy 5/10/2012
19. In The Orchard 5/10/2012
20. Breakfast Time 5/10/2012
21. Westland Row 3/27/2010
22. A Visit From Abroad 3/27/2010
23. The Shell 5/10/2012
24. Righteous Anger 3/27/2010
25. The Fifteen Acres 3/27/2010
26. April Showers 5/10/2012
27. The Glass Of Beer 3/27/2010
28. The Coolun 3/27/2010
29. The Goat Paths 3/27/2010
30. The Wind 3/27/2010
31. In The Cool Of The Evening 1/1/2004
32. The Daisies 3/27/2010
33. I Heard A Bird At Dawn 1/1/2004
34. The Lonely God 1/1/2004
35. The Spring In Ireland: 1916 3/27/2010
36. The Ancient Elf 1/1/2004
37. The Snare 3/27/2010
38. Hate 1/1/2004
39. In The Poppy Field 1/1/2004
40. Check 3/27/2010
Best Poem of James Stephens

Check

The night was creeping on the ground;
She crept and did not make a sound
Until she reached the tree, and then
She covered it, and sole again
Along the grass beside the wall.

I heard the rustle of her shawl
As she threw blackness everywhere
Upon the sky and ground and air,
And in the room where I was hid:
But no matter what she did
To everything that was without,
She could not put my candle out.

So I stared at the night, and she
Stared back solemnly at me.

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Hate

My enemy came nigh,
And I
Stared fiercely in his face.
My lips went writhing back in a grimace,
And stern I watched him with a narrow eye.
Then, as I turned away, my enemy,
That bitter heart and savage, said to me:
"Some day, when this is past,
When all the arrows that we have are cast,

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