Sunday, October 21, 2012
Shane Leslie: Young Poet
Shane Leslie is not particularly known for his poetry, and that is probably because it is not in the top rank of a crowded field when it comes to early twentieth century Irish poets and, as it is not without merit, and we've heard some of it here before on Front Free Endpaper, I was pleased to find this book with some youthful examples.
I never see the newsboys run
Amid the whirling street,
With swift untiring feet,
To cry the latest venture done,
But I expect one day to hear
Them cry the crack of doom
And risings from the tomb
With great Archangel Michael near;
And see the running from the Fleet
As messengers of God,
With Heaven's tidings shod
About their brave unwearied feet.
I dreamt that the heavens were beggared
And angels went chanting for bread,
And the cherubs were sewed up in sackcloth
And Satan anointed his head.
I dreamt they had chalked up a price
On the sun and the stars at God's feet,
And the Devil had bought up the Church,
and put out the Pope on the street.