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
- Crows and Hawks by Richard Schiffman
- Олег Бундур – Чем пахнет мама
- Robert Burns: Epitaph On “Wee Johnie”: Hic Jacet wee Johnie.
- Death039s Claim
- Late Moon by Philip Levine
- The Door Of Humility poem – Alfred Austin
- Toward Salvation
- Top Benefits of Wearing Peridot Birthstone
- Гавриил Державин – Подражание псалму (Терпел я, уповал на Бога)
- Олег Бундур – Бабушка под зонтиком
- Reconciliation by Siegfried Sassoon
- Владимир Домрин – Якутия
- Наталья Хрущева – Большой и маленький
- Morning Song by Sylvia Plath
- Вероника Тушнова – В чем отказала я тебе
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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
