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war_poets: 21 March 1916 Francis Ledwidge writes to Lord Dunsany ‘Did you receive the last poems I sent, the one about the Cobbler, etc? I have many more old ones in my haversack and some day soon will transcribe them and send you copies. They are all faded with Balkan rains'
war_poets: 12 March 1916 Francis Ledwidge writes ‘I love Keats. I think poor Keats reaches the top of beauty in Odes to a Grecian Urn, To a Nightingale and Autumn, as well as in several of his beautiful apostrophes in the poem Endymion. I like Keats best of all.'
ForgottenBeauty: 3/3 In the wide poppy blowing for her mouth.
And over all they chanted twenty hours.
And Llew came singing from the azure south
And bore away his wife of birds and flowers.
-Francis Ledwidge
war_poets: 11 March 1917 Francis Ledwidge completes the poem ‘Pan’.
BookWorld_ie: Just added!! 4 BRAND NEW copies of Selected Poems by Francis Ledwidge for only €3.95 here:
war_poets: 8 March 1917 Francis Ledwidge completes the poem ‘Spring’. Read it here
Roth6: "Behind the Closed Eye" : Composer Michael McGlynn & Poet Francis Ledwidge - featuring ANÚNA, Apollo 5, and Cantus
iekika: From The Complete Poems of Francis Ledwidge, 1919
DiscoverBoyneV: Just outside Slane, you will find the Francis Ledwidge Museum .
The cottage is the birthplace of World War 1 poet, Francis Ledwidge. It is a perfect example of a 19th-century farm labourer's cottage.
Find out more on our website here:
meathtourism: Just outside Slane, you will find the Francis Ledwidge Museum .
The cottage is the birthplace of World War 1 poet, Francis Ledwidge. It is a perfect example of a 19th-century farm labourer's cottage.
Find out more on our website here:
war_poets: 14 February 1916 Francis Ledwidge ‘I enclose a few short poems which I ask you to read while I do a better one that is haunting me. I used to think if I had a book published it wouldn’t matter how soon I died but now that I have one before the public I want to live to do better
war_poets: 11 February 1917 Francis Ledwidge completes the poem ‘In a Café’
Let no empty glass be seen
Aloof from our good table’s sparkle,
At the acme of our cheer
Here are francs to keep the circle.
arealmofwonder: Finishing the day with a poem Francis Edward Ledwidge wrote 106 years ago this very month.
war_poets: 5 February 1916 Francis Ledwidge writes to Lord Dunsany ‘I wonder if I might trouble you for a small book of poetry. There is nothing to read here but prose and I have read the few books worth while’
war_poets: 5 February 1917 Francis Ledwidge completes the poem ‘Had I A Golden Pound’
war_poets: 26 January 1917 Francis Ledwidge and the Royal Inniskillings begin their march to the front line on the Somme. ‘After a horribly wearisome journey, they reached their line, consisting of a series of shell-holes connected by a shallow trench.’
war_poets: 19 January 1916 Francis Ledwidge, in the Citadel Hospital in Cairo, writes to Lord Dunsany ‘I write an occasional little thing yet which you will read some day, but I lost a lot of manuscripts in the long retreat from the Balkan front.’
war_poets: 7 January 1917 Francis Ledwidge completes ‘The Dead Kings’
And one said: “A loud tramp of men
We’ll hear again at Rosnaree.”!
A bomb burst near me where I lay.
I woke, ‘twas day in Picardy.
war_poets: 6 January 1917 Francis Ledwidge completes ‘The Rushes’
war_poets: 6 January 1917 Francis Ledwidge writes to Katharine Tynan ‘If I survive the war, I have great hopes of writing something that will live. If not, I trust to be remembered in my own land for one or two things which its long sorrow inspired.'
war_poets: 29 December 1916 Francis Ledwidge writes Ceol Sidhe
golden_wheat: Ireland(Francis Ledwidge)
golden_wheat: My songs shall rise
作曲：Michael McGlynn 作詞：Francis Ledwidge
war_poets: 26 December 1916 Francis Ledwidge crosses the channel en route to his first action in France and writes a poem – Spring Love.
I saw her coming through the flowery grass,
Round her swift ankles butterfly and bee
meathcoco: Adapting the poem ‘Hoor’ by Meath Cultural Services’ Francis Ledwidge Poetry Award winner (2020); Jim McElroy, this video adds a visual dimension to illustrations by Ann Kiernan; winner of the Moira Gemmill Illustrator of the Year Award 2020.
drmcarley: TIL Hedd Wyn and Francis Ledwidge were killed on the same day in the same place. Somebody had it in for poets on 31 July 1917.
war_poets: 13 December 1916 Francis Ledwidge completes ‘Song-Time is Over’
I will come no more awhile,
Song-time is over.
A fire is burning in my heart,
I was ever a rover.
war_poets: 13 December 1916 Francis Ledwidge completes the poem ‘Una Bawn’
Una Bawn the days are long,
And the seas I cross are wide,
I must go when Ireland needs,
And you must bide.
war_poets: 8 December 1915 The British begin a retreat from Macedonia to Salonika. Francis Ledwidge writes ‘It poured rain on us all the long ninety miles we had to march, and what with sleeping in wet clothes, sweating and cooling down… Shall I ever forget it!’
richwillco1: “Oh what a pleasant world t’would be
How easy we’d step through it
If all the fools who meant no harm
Could manage not to do it”.
Francis Ledwidge, died Passchendaele 1917.
drogindo: Works completed on Francis Ledwidge Museum in Slane
anthonywadepoet: It was finally coming Home and discovering Francis Ledwidge that started me writing poetry and now I have 100 poems published since 2018 and great mental health. Thank you, Francis
IrishLitTimes: Ireland by Francis Ledwidge
SligoJ: “Then in the lull of midnight, gentle arms
Lifted him slowly down the slopes of death
Lest he should hear again the mad alarms
Of battle, dying moans, and painful breath.”
Francis Ledwidge
‘The Last General Absolution of the Munsters at Rue du Bois’, by Fortunio Matania.
Poppypop2022: Francis Ledwidge
McKelveyHouston: Church News Ireland - November 14
+Perspective
“There is a crying need for atonement, inner healing and hope in the aftermath of the abuse scandals” – article by Archbishop Eamon Martin
+Poem for today
A Soldier's Grave by Francis Ledwidge
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DanMulhall: On this day when the dead of World War I are being remembered, here is something I wrote in 2017 about an Irish poet, Francis Ledwidge, an man of strong nationalist views, who was killed on the Western Front in 1917.
roisinmcauley: 'But sorrow and silence,
Are the wood's threnody,
The silence for you
and the sorrow for me'. (Francis Ledwidge, Irish poet, killed in action at Ypres 1917)
knockamann: For Armistice Say,
Francis Ledwidge
DIB_RIA: 'A keen-edged sword
A soldier's heart
Is greater than a poet's art.
And greater than a poet's fame
A little grave that has no name.'
Poet and soldier Francis Ledwidge was killed in the 3rd Battle of Ypres, 31 July 1917.
tmcarew: 25 years ago I was in Flanders when the foundations were dug for the Irish Round Tower where 36th Ulster & 16th Irish Divs fought side by side against what Slane Poet, Cllr & Trade Unionist L/Cpl 16,139 Francis Ledwidge - rightly - called *AN ENEMY COMMON to our CIVILIZATION*
John71610523: Francis Ledwidge 1887 – 1917
Irish poet from County Meath,
Known as a First World War war poet.
He was killed in action at Ypres in 1917.
war_poets: 9 November 1914 Francis Ledwidge writes 'I have scored 19 out of a possible 20 at the firing range and am in the first drilling platoon and about to move either to France or Egypt in December. We have not a bad time here at all. The only thing we detest is route marching'
war_poets: 4 November 1914 Francis Ledwidge is referred to in a letter from Oliver St John Gogarty to Lord Dunsany ‘Ledwidge, your harper whom you bring with you, met a friend of mine and said that he hoped to preserve some individuality, but three weeks of discipline took it all away.’
dave_carolan: "Oh what a pleasant world 'twould be,
How easy we'd step thro' it,
If all the fools who meant no harm,
Could manage not to do it!"
~Francis Ledwidge.
war_poets: 31 October 1915 Francis Ledwidge writes to Lord Dunsany ‘So ‘Songs of the Fields’ are out at last...It is a lovely book and quite a decent size, but my best is not in it. That has to come yet. I feel something great struggling in my soul but it can’t come until I return'
war_poets: 24 October 1914 Francis Ledwidge enlists in the 5th Battalion of the Inniskilling Fusiliers. ‘I joined the British Army because she stood between Ireland and an enemy common to our civilisation’
argusnews: Francis Ledwidge’s ‘bittern cry’ a pause for thought
SligoJ: “And when the pastoral hills are grey
And the dim stars are spread
A scamper fills the grass like play
Of feet where fairies tread
And many a little whispering thing Is calling to the Shee
The dewy bells of evening ring
And all is melody”
The incomparable Francis Ledwidge
chelsmacdonn: He shall not hear the bittern cry,
In the wild sky, where he is lain,
Nor voices of the sweeter birds,
Above the wailing of the rain
Francis Ledwidge
war_poets: 9 October 1917 Lord Dunsany writes in the Introduction to Francis Ledwidge’s Last Songs: I had hoped he would have seen the fame he has well deserved’ but it is hard for a poet to live to see fame even in times of peace. In these days it is harder than ever.’
war_poets: 20 September 1916 Francis Ledwidge completes the poem ‘To A Sparrow’
But for all your faults I love you
For you linger with us still,
Though the wintry winds reprove you
And the snow is on the hill.
war_poets: 18 September 1916 Francis Ledwidge completes the poem ‘An Old Quill of Lord Dunsany’s’
But I leave you by where no man
Finds you, when I too be gone
From the puddles on this common
Over the dark Rubicon
rk70534: HAIKARAT
Francis Ledwidge(1887-1917)
McKelveyHouston: Church News Ireland - August 27
+Poem for today
In Memoriam - Francis Ledwidge by Seamus Heaney
+Speaking to the soul
Short reading and a prayer - daily on this site
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war_poets: 19 August 1887 Francis Ledwidge is born in Ireland.
divingforperils: I hurried home still wrapt in that dark spell,
And all the night upon the world's great lie
I pondered, and a voice seemed whisp'ring high,
'You died long since, and all this thing is hell!"
Francis Ledwidge. from A Fear. 1915.
Born on this day 1887
wherrypilgrim: Remembering Irish poet Francis Ledwidge born 19 Aug. 1887.
"A burst of sudden wings at dawn,
Faint voices in a dreamy noon,
Evenings of mist and murmurings,
And nights with rainbows of the moon..."
--from "Home," which can be read here:
war_poets: 15 August 1915 Francis Ledwidge writes 'It is surprising what silly things one thinks of in a big fight...a man on my right who was mortally hit said: ‘It can’t be far off now,’ and I began to wonder what it was could not be far off. Then I knew it was death'
McKelveyHouston: Church News Ireland - August 15
+Perspective
Remembering Jeremy Taylor, bishop, and spiritual teacher
+Poem for today
In Memoriam - Francis Ledwidge by Seamus Heaney
+Speaking to the soul
Short reading and a prayer - daily on this site
Click here -
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RobertBohan: A burst of sudden wings at dawn,
Faint voices in a dreamy noon,
Evenings of mist and murmurings,
And nights with rainbows of the moon.
- Francis Ledwidge
A selection of my current drawings celebrating passion & Summer
drogindo: Francis Ledwidge’s unpublished works released
matt_dyfan: Rounding off our Flanders trip on a more reflective note. Visits to the graves of Ellis Evans (Hedd Wyn) and Francis Ledwidge as well as the Welsh National Memorial at Langemarck.
McKelveyHouston: Church News Ireland - August 10
+In the media
Fall in number of people who think Protestant-Catholic relations are improving by Brendan Hughes
+Poem for today
Soliloquy by Francis Ledwidge
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RobertBohan: And sweet the little breeze of melody
The blackbord puffs upon the budding tree,
While the wild poppy lights upon the lea
And blazes 'mid the corn.
- Francis Ledwidge
A selection of my current artwork
adabagcompany: Francis Ledwidge’s unpublished works released
war_poets: 8 August 1915 Francis Ledwidge endures his first day in Gallipoli ‘Sheltering under an outcrop of rock in a deep gully, they decided to have breakfast, but the moment they spread out their rations the flies swooped.'
war_poets: 7 August 1915 Francis Ledwidge lands at Gallipoli.
legacy_irish: Monument to Francis Ledwidge, Irish poet, labourer and nationalist killed by a shell in World War One near Ypres, Belgium.
"But when the dark cow leaves the moor
And pastures poor with greedy weeds
Perhaps he'll hear her low at morn
Lifting her horn in pleasant meads."
McKelveyHouston: Church News Ireland - August 6
+Perspective
Victim's anger at O'Neill claim 'no alternative' to IRA violence by Suzanne Been
+Poem for today
Ireland by Francis Ledwidge
+Speaking to the soul
Short reading and a prayer - daily on this site
war_poets: 6 August 1915 Francis Ledwidge and the 5th Royal Inniskilling Fusiliers arrive in Mytilene on their way to Gallipoli.
McKelveyHouston: Church News Ireland - August 5
+Lambeth focus
Purist, Principled, Pragmatic? A Good Friday Agreement for the Church of England
C of I bishops at Lambeth (Photo)
+Poem for today
By Faughan. From Songs of Peace by Francis Ledwidge
RMcGreevy1301: Hi, well done Stan. When I bring tour groups to Artillery Road Cemetery to visit the grave of Francis Ledwidge, I also bring them to the grave of Hedd Wyn.
RobertBohan: The Irish poet Francis Ledwidge wrote a beautiful poem about ‘June’ which catches the idea of my currently available group of drawings:
“Even the roses spilt on youth’s red mouth
Will soon blow down the road all roses go.”
war_poets: 1 August 1914 Francis Ledwidge writes to Lord Dunsany ‘The enclosed may rightly be termed a serenade because I wrote it in the middle of the night, not at another’s window, but at my OWN.'
colettenetherl1: Francis Edward Ledwidge (19 August 1887 – 31 July 1917)
wherrypilgrim: Francis Ledwidge died 31 July 1917. "It is terrible to be always homesick...." http://t.co/21cmtoXQgF http://t.co/Jzg0dx6ns9
NathanFrancis__: A blackbird singing
I hear in my troubled mind,
Bluebells swinging,
I see in a distant wind.
But sorrow and silence,
Are the wood's threnody,
The silence for you
and the sorrow for me.
Poems:
war_poets: 22 July 1917 Francis Ledwidge completes the poem ‘To One Who Comes Now and Then’
rk70534: CREWBAWN
Francis Ledwidge(1887-1917)
war_poets: 20 July 1917 Francis Ledwidge writes 'You have no idea of how I suffer with this longing for the swish of the reeds at Slane and the voices I used to hear coming over the low hills of Currabwee. Say a prayer that I may get this leave'
iamcommishner: Artist filmmaker, Isaac Julien charts the life and poetry of Francis Ledwidge, killed at Ypres in 1917.
DanMulhall: Summer now is changing fashion,
Mark the white robes, how she dares.
I, who know her every passion,
Tell her age by what she wears.
There beside her I’d be singing
To her waywardness of mind.
I could find the truth of Beauty
In the fields I left behind.
Francis Ledwidge
war_poets: 1 July 1917 Francis Ledwidge writes to Eddie Marsh ‘If you visit the Front don’t forget to come up the line at night to watch the German rockets. They have white crests which throw a pale flame across no-man’s-land. It is like the end of a beautiful world'
GerBrowne4: Francis E Ledwidge (1887 - 1917) 5th Bn Royal Inniskilling Fusiliers, 10th (Irish) Div, was a renowned Irish WW1 poet from Co Meath, who was KIA on 31st July 1917 during the Battle of Passchendaele & buried in Artillery Wood Military Cemetery, at Boezinge.
DanMulhall: And April with her many showers
Came laughing up the fields again:
White wings went flashing thro’ the hours
So lately full of pain.
And rivers full of little lights
Came down the fields of waving green:
Our immemorial delights
Stole in on us unseen.
Francis Ledwidge
war_poets: 21 June 1916 Francis Ledwidge writes ‘I am busy enough writing away, as ideas will keep coming on’
war_poets: 19 June 1915 Francis Ledwidge learns that Ellie Vaughey, the love of his life who had married another man, has died.
CaitrionaLee: "The hedges are all drowned in green grass seas,
And bobbing poppies flare like Elmo’s light,
While siren-like the pollen-staind bees
Drone in the clover depths." June. Francis Ledwidge, poet of the blackbirds. An Chanáil Ríoga, the Royal Canal.
arealmofwonder: A poem by Francis Edward Ledwidge (19 August 1887 – 31 July 1917).
war_poets: 6 June 1917 Francis Ledwidge writes a long letter to Professor Lewis Chase ‘You will, of course, understand that I am writing this under the most inept circumstances between my watches, for I am in the firing line and may be busy at any moment in the horrible work of war.’
war_poets: 2 June 1916 Francis Ledwidge writes ‘My back is still bad, but the doctor gave me light duty today and tomorrow. That means, as you know, an hour’s standing and a backsheesh drink.’
war_poets: 2 June 1917 Francis Ledwidge completes the poem ‘The Find’
I took a reed and blew a tune,
And sweet it was and very clear
To be about a little thing
That only few hold dear
war_poets: 31 May 1915 Francis Ledwidge writes to Lizzie Healy ‘. I thought then I would be home by now but I seem to be as far away from returning as when I first joined the colours. We expect to be going away soon and are glad as we are tired of the monotony of camp.'
war_poets: 31 May 1917 Francis Ledwidge ‘Entering and leaving the line is most exciting, as we are usually but about thirty yards from the enemy, and you can scarcely understand how bright the nights are made by his rockets. These are in continual ascent and descent from dusk to dawn'
war_poets: 18 May 1916 Francis Ledwidge has been on leave. His leave is now up, but instead of reporting to his regiment in Derry he went to Richmond Barracks in Dublin and demanded an extension.
EdMac860: Bono is no Francis Ledwidge. That's for sure.
war_poets: 4 May 1916 Francis Ledwidge writes to Bob Christie, who had been wounded at Gallipoli and evacuated ‘We had a terrific time since you left us. It was hell! hell!! hell!!! We lost two-thirds of our men on the day you were wounded, several more the next day'
war_poets: 21 April 1915 Francis Ledwidge writes to Lizzie Healy ‘We are off to the war at the end of this week. Our King and Country need us at last. We leave here about Saturday, or Sunday morning, for Reading, England'
war_poets: 20 April 1916 Francis Ledwidge, in hospital in Manchester, writes to Lord Dunsany ‘I arrived in England late last night. I cannot tell you how glad I was to return to western civilisation once again'
