Padraic Colum

(8 December 1881 – 11 January 1972 / County Longford)

Padraic Colum Poems

1. Old Woman Of The Roads 1/1/2004
2. A Drover 1/1/2004
3. She Moved Through The Faire 1/1/2004
4. A Cradle Song 1/1/2004
5. An Idyll 4/20/2010
6. River-Mates 1/1/2004
7. Tulips 1/1/2004
8. The Plougher 1/1/2004
9. Monkeys 1/1/2004
10. Old Men Complaining 1/1/2004
11. An Old Song Re-Sung 4/20/2010
12. I Shall Not Die For Thee 1/1/2004
13. A Rann Of Exile 4/20/2010
14. Across The Door 4/20/2010
15. A Poor Scholar Of The 'Forties 4/20/2010
16. An Old Woman Of The Roads 4/20/2010
17. A Saint 4/20/2010
18. Fourth Station 1/1/2004
19. Polonius And The Ballad Singers 1/1/2004
20. A Ballad Maker 4/20/2010
21. An Drinaun Donn 4/20/2010
22. Snake 4/20/2010
23. Aquarium Fish 4/20/2010
24. The Sister's Lullaby 4/20/2010
25. The Old College 4/20/2010
26. Arab Songs 4/20/2010
27. Song Of Starlings 4/20/2010
28. A Connachtman 4/20/2010
29. What The Shutter Said As She Lay By The Fire 4/20/2010
30. Shall I Go Bound And You Go Free? 4/20/2010
31. Before The Fair 4/20/2010
32. Old Soldier 4/20/2010
33. A Seer 4/20/2010
34. A Mountaineer 4/20/2010
35. Bison 4/20/2010
36. The Poor Girl's Meditation 4/20/2010
37. Ave Atque Vale 4/20/2010
38. Asses 4/20/2010
39. Bat 4/20/2010
40. The Knitters 4/20/2010
Best Poem of Padraic Colum

Old Woman Of The Roads

O, to have a little house!
To own the hearth and stool and all!
The heaped up sods against the fire,
The pile of turf against the wall!
To have a clock with weights and chains
And pendulum swinging up and down!
A dresser filled with shining delph,
Speckled and white and blue and brown!
I could be busy all the day
Clearing and sweeping hearth and floor,
And fixing on their shelf again
My white and blue and speckled store!
I could be quiet there at night
Beside the fire and by myself,
Sure of a bed and loth to leave
The ticking clock ...

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Old Woman Of The Roads

O, to have a little house!
To own the hearth and stool and all!
The heaped up sods against the fire,
The pile of turf against the wall!
To have a clock with weights and chains
And pendulum swinging up and down!
A dresser filled with shining delph,
Speckled and white and blue and brown!
I could be busy all the day

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