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Katharine Tynan (1859-1931)

Easter
Bring flowers to strew His way,
Yea, sing, make holiday;
Bid young lambs leap,
And earth laugh after sleep.

For now He cometh forth
Winter flies to the north,
Folds wings and cries
Amid the bergs and ice.

Yea, Death, great Death is dead,
And Life reigns in his stead;
Cometh the Athlete
New from dead Death's defeat.

Cometh the Wrestler,
But Death he makes no stir,
Utterly spent and done,
And all his kingdom gone.

Tynan is best-known for her role in the Irish Literary Revival. Her guiding political passions were Irish nationalism and feminism, but more fundamental than either to her poetry is her religious faith.


Happy Easter to all.

Comments

Beautiful poetry!

God bless you on this Holy Day. Thank you.
Thank you. Did not hear that one before.
I didn't: it is novelty to me)))