Jan Wagner

An essay on midges

'An Essay on Midges' comes from Jan Wagner's  'A Swarm of Bees' translated by Iain Galbraith (published by Arc, 2015) has won the Popescu Prize for Translation.

Kim Moore

A selection of poems on her web page. Of these, I think 'I'm Thinking of my Father' and  'Teaching the Trumpet' are my favourites. Click  here

  I love her whole collection 'The Art of Falling' (Seren, 2015)

Naomi Shihab Nye

Naomi Shihab Nye

How do I know when a Poem is Finished?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQGFpI-W5og

Ye Mimi film poem

They are there but I am not. Film poem by Ye Mimi. (Thanks to George Szirtes for sharing this on Facebook.)

https://vimeo.com/7695648

Seamus Heaney

Seamus Heaney's last  poem

On Banks of a Canal painting by Caillebotte published in National-gallery-ireland-anthology

The Colonel by Carolyn Forche

Billy Collins

Forgetfullness by Billy Collins.

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/features/audioitem/2692


I'm getting to that stage already.

Rita Ann Higgins

Rita Ann Higgins

Some People https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5nW9hML9qrI


and a hilarious interview, great craic but also, I promise you, some poems...especially one sobering one at the end on the after-effects of the Celtic Tiger.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-aZQXgaXWQ8

Carolyn Jess-Cooke

 Hare

and

carolyn-jess-cooke 6 Poems

Niall Campbell

The Letter always arrives at its Destination

here

Richie McCaffery

Spinning Plates



Here

Enda Coyle-Greene

http://www.munsterlit.ie/Southword/Issues/19/coylegreene_enda.html

Jan Wagner

Teabag
http://stanzapoetry.org/2014/participant.php?participant=668

Geraldine Mitchell

Here

Geraldine was shortlisted for the Strokestown Poetry Festival, 2014 in county Roscommon, Ireland.

Sinead Morrissey

Lighthouse

Gillian Allnut

http://www.sydneycyclist.info/Home/cycling_poetry/ode-by-gillian-allnut

Louis MacNeice

Bagpipe Music (N.B. Not music, but poetry)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hRDS-L_rRvg

Anon - Sir Patrick Spens

Sir Patrick SpensThe king sits in Dumferling town
Drinking the bluid-red wine:
'O whar will I get a guid sailor
To sail this ship of mine?'
Up and spak an eldern knicht,
Sat at the king's richt knee:
'Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor
That sails upon the sea.'
The king has written a braid letter
And signed it wi' his hand,
And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens,
Was walking on the sand.
The first line that Sir Patrick read
A loud lauch lauched he; laugh, laughed
The next line that Sir Patrick read,
The tear blinded his ee.
'O wha is this has done this deed,
This ill deed done to me,
To send me out this time o'the year,
To sail upon the sea?
'Mak haste, mak haste, my mirry men all,
Our guid ship sails the morn.'
'O say na sae, my master dear,
For I fear a deadly storm.'
'Late, late yestre'en I saw the new moon
Wi'the old moon in his arm,
And I fear, I fear, my dear master,
That we will come to harm.'
O our Scots nobles were richt laith
To weet their cork-heeled shoon,
But lang or a' the play were played
Their hats they swam aboon.
O lang, lang may their ladies sit,
Wi'their fans into their hand,
Or ere they see Sir Patrick Spens
Come sailing to the land.
O lang, lang may the ladies stand
Wi'their gold kems in their hair,
Waiting for their ain dear lords,
For they'll never see them mair.
Half o'er, half o'er to Aberdour
It's fifty fathoms deep,
And there lies guid Sir Patrick Spens.

David Harsent

The hare as witch animal

http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetryarchive/singlePoem.do?poemId=6264http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetryarchive/singlePoem.do?poemId=6264

David Harsent is shortlisted for the T.S. Eliot prize, 2011. See http://www.poetrybooks.org.uk/

Shakespeare - song

Shakespeare, song

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh-ho! the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
Thou dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remember'd not.
Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh-ho! the holly!
This life is most jolly.
(As You Like It, 2.7.181-201)