The bald little prompter shuts his book, as the light fades gently. The end, the end. They all go back to their everyday life (and... Clare goes back to her grave)Mbut the hero remains, for try as I may, I cannot get out of my part: Sebastian's mask clings to my face, the likeness will not be washed off. I am Sebastian, or Sebastian is I, or perhaps we are both someone whom neither of us knows.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We dreamed that a great painter had been born To cold Clare rock and Galway rock and thorn,... To that stern colour and that delicate line That are our secret discipline Wherein the gazing heart doubles her might....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
... the first step of the terrible journey toward feeling somebody should act, that ends in utter confusion and hopelessness, east... of the sun and west of the moon.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I say this because there is an uneasiness in things just now. Waiting for something to be over before you are forced to notice it.... The pollarded trees scarcely bucking the wind and yet it's keen, it make you fall over. Clabbered sky. Seasons that pass with a rush.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The land of shadows wilt thou trace And look nor know each other's face... The present mixed with reasons gone And past and present all as one Say maiden can thy life be led To join the living with the dead Then trace thy footsteps on with me We're wed to one eternityLESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I loved, but woman fell away; I hid me from her faded fame.... I snatched the sun's eternal ray And wrote till earth was but a name.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I lost the love of heaven above, I spurned the lust of earth below,... I felt the sweets of fancied love, And hell itself my only foe.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He turns agen and drives the noisy crowd And beats the dogs in noises loud.... He drives away and beats them every one, And then they loose them all and set them on. He falls as dead and kicked by boys and men, Then starts and grins and drives the crowd agen; Till kicked and torn and beaten out he lies And leaves his hold and cackles, groans, and dies.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In the cowslips peeps I lie, Hidden from the buzzing fly,... While green grass beneath me lies, Pearled wi' dew like fishes' eyes, Here I lye, a clock-a-clay, Waiting for the time o' day.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »