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Easter Week by Alfred Joyce Kilmer

In memory of Joseph Mary Plunkett “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 … Continue reading

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Easter, 1916 by William Butler Yeats

I have met them at close of day Coming with vivid faces From counter or desk among grey Eighteenth-century houses. I have passed with a nod of the head Or polite meaningless words, Or have lingered awhile and said Polite … Continue reading

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The Old Men Admiring Themselves in the Water by William Butler Yeats

I heard the old, old men say, “Everything alters, And one by one we drop away.” They had hands like claws, and their knees Were twisted like the old thorn trees By the waters. I heard the old, old men … Continue reading

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