The Mother
by Patrick Pearse
I do not grudge them: Lord, I do not grudge
My two strong sons that I have seen go out
To break their strength and die, they and a few,
In bloody protest for a glorious thing,
They shall be spoken of among their people,
The generations shall remember them,
And call them blessed;
But I will speak their names to my own heart
In the long nights;
The little names that were familiar once
Round my dead hearth.
Lord, thou art hard on mothers:
We suffer in their coming and their going;
And tho’ I grudge them not, I weary, weary
Of the long sorrow—And yet I have my joy:
My sons were faithful, and they fought.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- An Army Corps on the March. by Walt Whitman
- The Dream by Siegfried Sassoon
- On Returning To England poem – Alfred Austin
- Sonnet. Written On A Blank Page In Shakespeare’s Poems, Facing ‘A Lover’s Complaint’ poem – John Keats poems
- With a Bouquet of Twelve Roses by Vachel Lindsay
- Purdah by Sylvia Plath
- “Brave Schill! By Death Delivered” by William Wordsworth
- Николай Тихонов – Берлин 9 мая
- Audience With A Poet Written December 13 1976 For Robert E Hayden Ph D
- Шекспир – У сердца с глазом тайный договор – Сонет 47
- Grace by Sappho
- Come Into The Garden, Maud poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Олег Бундур – В зоологическом музее
- My Friend, Come In These Rains — English Translation by Rabindranath Tagore
- Primitive by Sharon Olds
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