Mary Robinson

Poems » mary robinson

Mary Robinson
Mary Robinson (Irish: Máire Mhic Róibín;[1] born 21 May 1944) was the first female President of Ireland, serving from 1990 to 1997 , and the United Nations High Commissioner for Human Rights, from 1997 to 2002. She first rose to prominence as an academic, barrister, campaigner and member of the Irish senate (1969–1989). She defeated Fianna Fáil's Brian Lenihan and Fine Gael's Austin Currie in the 1990 presidential election becoming, as an Independent candidate nominated by the Labour Party, the Workers' Party of Ireland and independent senators, the first elected president in the office's history not to have the support of Fianna Fáil.

january, 1795
PAVEMENT slipp'ry, people sneezing,
Lords in ermine, beggars freezing ;
Titled gluttons da... [read poem]
god
In his malodorous brain what slugs and mire,
Lanthorned in his oblique eyes, guttering burned!... [read poem]
the jew
Moses, from whose loins I sprung,
Lit by a lamp in his blood
Ten immutable rules, a moon... [read poem]
louse hunting
Nudes -- stark and glistening,
Yelling in lurid glee. Grinning faces
And raging limbs... [read poem]
through these pale cold days
Through these pale cold days
What dark faces burn
Out of three thousand years,
And th... [read poem]
love sonnet xi
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.... [read poem]
morning xxvii
Naked, you are simple as one of your hands,
smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round:
you... [read poem]
poetry
And it was at that age...Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
... [read poem]
if you forget me
I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the cryst... [read poem]
bird
It was passed from one bird to another,
the whole gift of the day.
The day went from flute... [read poem]
ode to the lemon
From blossoms
released
by the moonlight,
from an
aroma of exasperated
love,... [read poem]
i do not love you except because i love you
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From wait... [read poem]
the camp
Tents, marquees, and baggage-waggons;
Suttling-houses, beer in flagons;
Drums and trumpets... [read poem]
sonnet xvii: love
I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire... [read poem]
saddest poem
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: "The night is full of s... [read poem]
i'm explaining a few things
You are going to ask: and where are the lilacs?
and the poppy-petalled metaphysics?
and th... [read poem]
clenched soul
We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue ni... [read poem]
Continue in Isaac Rosenberg »»»