Poet Francis Ledwidge

Francis Ledwidge

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war_poets: 19 January 1917 Ivor Gurney comments on Francis Ledwidge's poetry 'having seen the Observer's appreciation of Ledwi...

iamcommishner: Angus MacKay's series on travel writing Music and poetry of Francis Ledwidge, killed at Ypres in 1917.

war_poets: 7 January 1917 Francis Ledwidge completes 'The Dead Kings' And one said: "A loud tramp of men We'll hear again at R...

war_poets: 6 January 1917 Francis Ledwidge completes 'The Rushes'

Le_Dreamer: "What are we but fairies too, Living but in dreams alone, Or, at the most, but children still, Innocent and overgro...

war_poets: 29 December 1916 Francis Ledwidge writes Ceol Sidhe

karenievers: "This is a song a robin sang This morning on a broken tree It was about the little fields That call across the wor...

war_poets: 26 December 1916 Francis Ledwidge crosses the channel en route to his first action in France and writes a poem - Sp...

DanMulhall: And in my garden, grey with misty flowers, Low echoes fainter than a beetle's horn Fill all the corners with it, li...

war_poets: 13 December 1916 Francis Ledwidge completes the poem 'Una Bawn' Una Bawn the days are long, And the seas I cross ar...

war_poets: 13 December 1916 Francis Ledwidge completes 'Song-Time is Over' I will come no more awhile, Song-time is over. A fi...

Lorcanmac: Special performance -The life of Francis Ledwidge is celebrated with words and music. Rathfarnham castle Jan 27 8:3...

karolbarry: The poet Francis Ledwidge said 'I joined the British Army because she stood between Ireland and an enemy common to...

CailinCeltic: I've noticed my recent Francis Ledwidge post suddenly appearing on so called.... Actually I'm not even going to say...

CailinCeltic: And The sunny hands to me Beckon ever Beckon ever Oh I would be wild and free And With the shadow people be The Sh...

war_poets: 7 January 1917 Francis Ledwidge completes 'The Dead Kings' And one said: "A loud tramp of men We'll hear again at...

war_poets: 6 January 1917 Francis Ledwidge completes 'The Rushes'

1916artsclub: "With Flowers" by Francis Ledwidge. Read more on our Facebook page

MeathLibrary: Cllr.Gerry O'Connor, Cathaoirleach of Meath County Council pictured presenting the inaugural Meath County Council C...

meathcoco: Meath County Council Cultural Services established the Francis Ledwidge Creative Writing Award to commemorate the F...

Sidelighter: Slane paid great tribute to Francis Ledwidge in 2017. "But when the year grew chill and brown, And all the wings o...

PaulClark_UTV: Honoured to be there to read a Heaney poem - In Memoriam Francis Ledwidge. Why did I not learn the poetry of...

SligoJ: "What are we but fairies too, Living but in dreams alone, Or, at the most, but children still, Innocent and overgrown ? " Francis Ledwidge

SligoJ: "Maiden-poet, come with me To the heaped up cairn of Maeve, And there we'll dance a fairy dance Upon a fairy's grav...

SligoJ: "And when the pastoral hills are grey And the dim stars are spread, A scamper fills the grass like play Of feet whe...

SligoJ: Dawn "Quiet miles of golden sky, And in my heart a sudden flower. I want to clap my hands and cry For Beauty in he...

SligoJ: "Maiden, these are sacred tears, Let me not disturb your grief! Had I but your bosom's fears I should weep, nor se...

excelprintnavan: It's black Friday.. . Don't forget the poet of the blackbirds... Francis Ledwidge's book still available!!

thomhickey55: Philip Chevron (The Pogues) Under Clery's Clock Thousands are Sailing Faithful Departed Francis Ledwidge - T...

thomhickey55: Philip Chevron (The Pogues) & Francis Ledwidge - The Music of longing Thousands are Sailing Under Clery's Clock...

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The Dome Of Sunday
 by Karl Shapiro

With focus sharp as Flemish-painted face
In film of varnish brightly fixed
And through a polished hand-lens deeply seen,
Sunday at noon through hyaline thin air
Sees down the street,
And in the camera of my eye depicts
Row-houses and row-lives:
Glass after glass, door after door the same,
...

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