John Millington Synge
Edmund John Millington Synge was an Irish playwright, poet, prose writer, travel writer and collector of folklore. He was a key figure in the Irish Literary Revival and was one of the cofounders of the Abbey Theatre. He is best known for his play The Playboy of the Western World, which caused riots in Dublin during its opening run at the Abbey Theatre.
Although he came from an Anglo-Irish background, Synge's writings are mainly concerned with the world of the Roman Catholic peasants of rural Ireland and with what he saw as the essential paganism of their world view.
Synge suffered from Hodgkin's disease, a form of cancer at the time untreatable. He died just weeks short... more »
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John Millington Synge Poems
To The Oaks Of Glencree
MY arms are round you, and I lean Against you, while the lark Sings over us, and golden lights, and green Shadows are on your bark.
On an Island
On a Birthday
We heard the thrushes by the shore and sea, And saw the golden star's nativity, Then round we went the lane by Thomas Flynn
A Translation From Petrarch
What a grudge I am bearing the earth that has its arms about her, and is holding that face away from
Seven dog-days we let pass Naming Queens in Glenmacnass, All the rare and royal names Wormy sheepskin yet retains,
Still south I went and west and south again, Through Wicklow from the morning till the night, And far from cities, and the sights of men,
Bring Kateen-beug and Maurya Jude To dance in Beg-Innish, And when the lads (they're in Dunquin) Have sold their crabs and fish,
Beside a chapel I'd a room looked down, Where all the women from the farms and town, On Holy-days, and Sundays used to pass
The Passing Of The Shee
Adieu, sweet Angus, Maeve and Fand, Ye plumed yet skinny Shee,
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To The Oaks Of Glencree
MY arms are round you, and I lean
Against you, while the lark
Sings over us, and golden lights, and green
Shadows are on your bark.
There'll come a season when you'll stretch
Black boards to cover me;
Then in Mount Jerome I will lie, poor wretch,
With worms eternally.