The Heron

Liam Ó MuirthileThe heron, stock-still ( Read more... )

Papyrus Fragment

Annette Skade

A buff-brown moth hovers
on temperature controlled neon,
displays paper thin wings,
ragged margins of ancient grass
speckled with alpha, omega, nu.

It darts, bares a blaze
of underwing to plain sight;
this endless, fragile need
to make a mark,
to come to light.

Substance and Shadow

John HewittThere is a bareness in the images ( Read more... )

THE LOST HEIFER

Austin ClarkeWhen the black herds of the rain were grazing ( Read more... )

( The Wild Swans at Coole )

The Song of Wandering Aengus
William Butler YeatsI went out to the hazel wood ( Read more... )

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
William Butler YeatsHad I the heavens' embroidered cloths ( Read more... )

When You Are Old
William Butler YeatsWhen you are old and gray and full of sleep ( Read more... )

The Lake Isle of Innisfree
William Butler YeatsI will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree ( Read more... )

Sailing to Byzantium
William Butler Yeats

IThat is no country for old men. The young ( Read more... )