two poets, two poems at Easter

Joseph Plunkett:

I See His blood upon the Rose.       

I see His blood upon the rose

And in the stars the glory of His eyes,

His body gleams amid eternal snows,

His tears fall from the skies.


I see His face in every flower;

The thunder and the singing of the birds

Are but His voice – and carven by His power

Rocks are His written words.


All pathways by His feet are worn,

His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea,

His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn,

His cross is every tree.




Thomas Macdonagh;

Inscription on a Ruin

I stood beside the postern here,

High up above the trampling sea,

In shadow, shrinking from the spear

Of light, not daring hence to flee.


The moon beyond the western cliff

Had passed, and let the shadow fall,

Across the water to the skiff

That came onto the castle wall.


I heard below the murmur of words

Not loud, the splash upon the strand,

And the long cry of darkling birds,

The ivory horn fell from my hand.



fom Squires: Selections from Modern Poetry ( 1927 Secker & Warburg)


About poetryparc2

Here goes: I write a bit of poetry, sometimes about poetry I find and ditto any sort of books I take a fancy to. I seem to have a preference for seeing the changes from the late Victorian period through to the 1930's, maybe 50's. But, and a big but, could carry that right up to current poetry/performance poetry. Though sometimes my grounding for 'imagist and Nature' might unnerve me for too much too modern. However, I do like to range widely over all 'historical' poetry, and fiction, any and all periods. I also like finding (if only for me) regional or partly forgotten poems and poets. Maybe all this is too eclectic to have a themed 'Blog' but so be it....... I also enjoy writing bits of fiction that might add up to a small mole-hill one day. Plus reviewing of new or old books that are relevant to my enthusiasms of Crime fiction, the Arts, Natural History and Special Education. This is on 'wordparc'. I try to record honestly what I think but if something is too bad (to my mind, others may love it!!) then I will not 'blog' it There, what's that if not seemingly random!
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