Beannachtaí na Féile Pádraig oraibh💚
Today, we celebrate the richness of Irish poetry with words that capture the spirit of Ireland. 📝🇮🇪
➡️ Swipe to read poems by WB Yeats, James Joyce, Jean Blewett, and Derek Mahon.
#StPatricksDay #PoetryIreland #IrishPoetry
Beannachtaí na Féile Pádraig oraibh💚
Today, we celebrate the richness of Irish poetry with words that capture the spirit of Ireland. 📝🇮🇪
➡️ Swipe to read poems by WB Yeats, James Joyce, Jean Blewett, and Derek Mahon.
#StPatricksDay #PoetryIreland #IrishPoetry
Sometimes I fantasize
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
#TheStoneRoses #OnThisDay
Sometimes I fantasize
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
#TheStoneRoses #OnThisDay
The riders surround them. Éomer dismounts. ‘Who are you, and what are you doing in this land?’
‘I am called Strider…I am hunting Orcs.’
The riders surround them. Éomer dismounts. ‘Who are you, and what are you doing in this land?’
‘I am called Strider…I am hunting Orcs.’