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I am Raftery, the poet
full of hope and love
with eyes without light
silence without torment.
Going back on my journey
by the light of my heart
weak and tired
until the end of my way.
Look at me now,
my back to the wall
playing music
for empty pockets.
Seán O´Ceallaigh (Trans. from Irish. The poet Raftery was blind, which give extra significance to the references to light or the lack of it. The poem used to be attributed to Raftery himself, but was found to have been written O´Ceallaigh in the U.S.)
The panther is like a leopard,
Except it hasn't been peppered.
Should you behold a panther crouch,
Prepare to say Ouch.
Better yet, if called by a panther, Don't anther.
Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
O, well for the fisherman’s boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play!
O, well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!
And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanished hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!
Break, break, break,
At the foot of thy crags, O sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.
Tennyson
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