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The Ancient Elf
(9 February 1882 - 26 December 1950 / Dublin)

The Ancient Elf

Poem By James Stephens

I am the maker,
The builder, the breaker,
The eagle-winged helper,
The speedy forsaker!

The lance and the lyre,
The water, the fire,
The tooth of oppression,
The lip of desire!

The snare and the wing,
They honey, the sting!
When you seek for me--look
For a different thing!

I, careless and gay,
Never mean what I say,
For my thoughts and my eyes
Look the opposite way!

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When you seek for me- look For a different thing! Elves the mythical creatures are definitely different. Loved the quatrain stanzas with rhythmic flow
The ancient elf has quite the resume. Not sure I'd hire him, but I'd love to watch him work. Nicely crafted piece, full of energy and dance.
My thoughts! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The tooth of oppression, The lip of desire! Beautiful imageries throughout the poem. Loved the lines. The snare and the wing, They honey, the sting! Thanks for the poem crafted and shared with us.10+++
Wonderful imagery and imaginary. Nice presentations. Beautiful poem shared.


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