Connor Jordan

To the Lough

Mon, 07/11/2011 - 19:21 by Connor Jordan

O Lough!
How evening,
From upon her clouds,
Bends down her face
And in your waters
Admires herself and combs her azure hair!
O Lough!
How glorious the procession on the rising of your tides!
The Sea horses pull your chariot,
Beside you walk the winds
In their colourful evening robes
And holding great shells
Blow from them the wind sound.
O Lough!
How pretty your sea-maids!
Those mischievous souls of morning light,
With their pointed ears
And eyes of quartz stone:
They who nurse the fox cub on the drumlin

Poets: 
Connor Jordan

Praise to Bacchus

Thu, 04/28/2011 - 20:42 by Dominic Kennedy

Ah! Moon-faced dance God!
How we all love you!
Please! Do understand the blackbird
With his beautiful praises!
Do you know he can read the evening
Like a trumpeter reads a music page?
And then his Amsel-soul sings Bacchus' praise!

And here is a question, Bacchus
It is my owl who asks it;
Do your train of Nymphs give easy kisses?

Ah Bacchus!
All your parties are thunderous!
Who is not invited?
I have danced with cattle!
How light they are on their feet!
How pretty the dear souls look when the grape is freely given!

And Bacchus!

Poets: 
Connor Jordan

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