Who is Shaemas O'sheel

Shaemas O'Sheel (September 19, 1886 – April 2, 1954) was an Irish American poet and critic. Born James Shields, he changed his name to an anglicized spelling of its Irish version soon after high school. He worked briefly for the United States Senate (1913-1916), held jobs with various newspapers, and did publicity and advertising work. Although third-generation Irish American and never visiting Ireland, he was active in the Irish independence movement. He was, in his own words, "a very ardent communist and a staunch supporter of the Soviet Union". However, because he disagreed with Soviet foreign policy, many communist publications (such as New Masses) refused to publish his work.

As a member of the League of American Writers, O'Sheel served on its Keep America Out of War Commi...
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Shaemas O'sheel Poems

  • They Went Forth To Battle, But They Always Fell
    They went forth to battle, but they always fell;
    Their eyes were fixed above the sullen shields;
    Nobly they fought and bravely, but not well,
    And sank heart-wounded by a subtle spell....
  • The Lover Envies An Old Man
    I envy the feeble old man
    Dozing there in the sun.
    When all you can do is done
    And life is a shattered plan,...
  • He Whom A Dream Hath Possessed
    He whom a dream hath possessed knoweth no more of doubting,
    For mist and the blowing of winds and the mouthing of words he scorns;
    Not the sinuous speech of schools he hears, but a knightly shouting,
    And never comes darkness down, yet he greeteth a million morns....
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_aaroses: "and that which pierced the heart was but a word" -shaemas o'sheel
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