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St. Patrick's Day

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  • Poem

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    A Celtic Miscellany

    By Thomas McCarthy
    Magic rain magic mist magic dew magic hail
    Magic darkness magic sea magic waves magic
    River magic fountain magic well magic spring
    That bursts forth when a magic spear pierces
    Rock magic oak tree magic ash magic lime tree
    Magic bough magic yew magic hawthorn...
  • Poem
    By Derek Mahon
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    Down the long library each marble bust
    shines unregarded through a shower of dust
    where a grim ghost paces for exercise
    in wet weather: nausea, gout, ‘some days
    I hardly think it worth my time to rise’.
    Not even the...
  • Poem
    By Denise Low
    Live jazz at El Fresco is one guy, electric plinks,
    until he turns off the switch, closes his eyes,

    and warbles a boy’s tenor, wood-flute tones,
    pure séance hymns from before Christians.

    Rowdies at the bar stop fighting and stare
    as seawater...
  • Poem
    By Hayden Carruth
    Scrambled eggs and whiskey
    in the false-dawn light. Chicago,
    a sweet town, bleak, God knows,
    but sweet. Sometimes. And
    weren’t we fine tonight?
    When Hank set up that limping
    treble roll behind me
    my horn just growled and I
    thought my heart would burst.
    And Brad M. pressing with...
  • Poem
    By Peter Balakian
    I drove through the narrow Gods—
    privet and cholesterol, or   
    Irish creamery butter as the waiter

    called it, as it shaved another day   
    off my life. There was no salt   
    and antimony, just lumpy roads

    through Meath and Leitrim.   
    The sky was a show of flashing   
    mirrors as...
  • Poem
    By Eavan Boland
    I have two daughters.

    They are all I ever wanted from the earth.

    Or almost all.

    I also wanted one piece of ground:

    One city trapped by hills. One urban river.
    An island in its element.

    So I could say mine. My own.
    And mean it.

    Now they...
  • Poem
    By William Butler Yeats
    Wine comes in at the mouth
    And love comes in at the eye;
    That’s all we shall know for truth
    Before we grow old and die.
    I lift the glass to my mouth,
    I look at you, and I sigh.
  • Poem
    By Charlotte Elizabeth Tonna
    From the region of zephyrs, the Emerald isle,
         The land of thy birth, in my freshness I come,
    To waken this long-cherished morn with a smile,
         And breathe o’er thy spirit the whispers of home.
    O welcome the stranger from Erin’s green...
  • Poem
    By Eliza Cook
    St. Patrick’s Day! St. Patrick’s Day!
    Oh! thou tormenting Irish lay—
    I’ve got thee buzzing in my brain,
    And cannot turn thee out again.
    Oh, mercy! music may be bliss
    But not in such a shape as this,
    When all I do, and all I say,
    Begins...
  • Poem
    By Jean Blewett
    There’s an Isle, a green Isle, set in the sea,
         Here’s to the Saint that blessed it!
    And here’s to the billows wild and free
         That for centuries have caressed it!

    Here’s to the day when the men that roam
         Send longing...
  • Poem
    By George Bilgere
    I can see her in the kitchen,   
    Cooking up, for the hundredth time,   
    A little something from her   
    Limited Midwestern repertoire.   
    Cigarette going in the ashtray,   
    The red wine pulsing in its glass,   
    A warning light meaning   
    Everything was simmering   
    Just below the steel lid   
    Of her smile, as...
  • Poem
    By James Joyce
    My love is in a light attire
         Among the apple trees,
    Where the gay winds do most desire
         To run in companies.

    There, where the gay winds stay to woo
         The young leaves as they pass,
    My love goes slowly, bending to
         Her...
  • Poem

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    Game Night

    By Conor O'Callaghan
    Love not
    being in the loop.

    Grant the spruces’ wish,
    the golf compound
    graying out of use,
    suvs in the it lot,
    power outage,
    a chorus from the quad.

    Bless the elsewhere
    where others are
    not here or you.

    And rain
    after midnight . . .      
    Ask yourself,
    is that rain or bells?
  • Poem
    By Barton Sutter
    Farewell to the starlight in whiskey,
    So long to the sunshine in beer.
    The booze made me cocky and frisky
    But worried the man in the mirror.
    Goodnight to the moonlight in brandy,
    Adieu to the warmth of the wine.
    I think I can finally stand...
  • Poem
    By William Butler Yeats
    Down by the salley gardens
       my love and I did meet;
    She passed the salley gardens
       with little snow-white feet.
    She bid me take love easy,
       as the leaves grow on the tree;
    But I, being young and foolish,
       with her would not agree.

    In a field by...
  • Poem
    By Joyce Kilmer
    "Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
    It's with O'Leary in the grave."
    Then, Yeats, what gave that Easter dawn
    A hue so radiantly brave?

    There was a rain of blood that day,
    Red rain in gay blue...
  • Poem
    By Jack Prelutsky
    I found a four-leaf clover
    and was happy with my find,
    but with time to think it over,
    I’ve entirely changed my mind.
    I concealed it in my pocket,
    safe inside a paper pad,
    soon, much swifter than a rocket,
    my good fortune turned to bad.

           I...
  • Poem
    By Eva Gore-Booth
    The grand road from the mountain goes shining to the sea,
    And there is traffic in it and many a horse and cart,
    But the little roads of Cloonagh are dearer far to me,
    And the little roads of Cloonagh go rambling through...
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