James Stephens was an Irish novelist and poet. James' mother worked in the home of the Collins family of Dublin and was adopted by them. James was brought up in a Protestant orphanage, the Meath Protestant Industrial School for Boys. Wikipedia As down the street she wambled slow, She had not got a place to go: She had not got a place to fall And rest herself—no place at all. She stumped along and wagged her pate And said a thing was desperate. Her face was screwed and wrinkled tight Just like a...
Read MoreAs a naked man I go Through the desert sore afraid, Holding up my head although I’m as frightened as a maid. The couching lion there I saw From barren rocks lift up his eye; He parts the cactus with his paw, He stares at me as I go by. He would follow...
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