Poetry
Springtime, Housman, and My Grandmother
On the 21st, Riverside Park was alive with Spring and I noticed that some local had put up A.E. Housman’s poem celebrating the beauty of the cherry tree in a copse of cherry trees:
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
A Crazed Girl
A drunken Man's Praise of Sobriety
A Man Young and Old
A meditation in Time of War
A Poet to His Beloved
A Prayer for my daughter
A Prayer for my Son
Among school Children
An Acre of Grass
An Irish Airman foresees his Death
Blood and the Moon
Colonel Martin
Come Gather Round me Parnellites
For Anne Gregory
He Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes
He Remembers Forgotten Beauty
III. The Mermaid
IX. The Four Ages of Man
Lines written in Dejection
Men improve with the Years
Nineteen Hundred and Nineteen
Oil and Blood
On being asked for a War Poem
On Woman
Parnell's Funeral
Roger Casement
Sailing to Byzantium
Spilt Milk
Sweet Dancer
The chambermaid's First Song
The Curse of Cromwell
The Ghost of Roger Casement
The Great Day
The Gyres
The Lady's First Song
The Mother of God
The O'Rahilly
The Old Stone Cross
The Scholars
The Second Coming
The centre cannot hold