The hill is bare: I only find
The grass, the sky, and one small tree
Tossing wildly on the wind;
And that is all there is to see:
A tree, a hill, a wind, a sky
Where nothing ever passes by.

(C) James Stephens
03/10/2020


Best Poems of James Stephens

• Midnight
• Check
• The Shell
• The Snare
• The Wind
• Strict Joy
• Righteous Anger
• White Fields
• Hate
• The Daisies
• Breakfast Time
• The Lonely God
• The Cow
• The Cherry Tree
• What The Snake Saw
• I Heard A Bird At Dawn
• The White Wido
• Insurrections
• The Wood Of Flowers
• The Glass Of Beer
• The Ancient Elf