A Broadside: No. 1
Title
A Broadside: No. 1
Subject
Dun Emer Press
Dun Emer Industries
Ireland
Irish Literary Revival
The Gaelic Revival
Description
PUBLISHED MONTHLY BY THE DUN EMER PRESS, DUNDRUM, COUNTY DUBLIN, SUBSCRIPTION TWELVE SHILLINGS A YEAR
POST FREE.
300 copies only.
POST FREE.
300 copies only.
Woodcut on page [3] has caption: "THE TRAVELLING CIRCUS"
Signed: Jack B. Yeats
Signed: Jack B. Yeats
Creator
Jack B. Yeats
John Masefield
Publisher
Dun Emer Press
Date
June, 1908.
Text
CAMPEACHY PICTURE
The sloop's sails glow in the sun; the far sky burns,
Over the palm tree tops wanders the dusk,
About the the blows a chuckling ripple churns;
The land wind from the marshes smells of musk.
A star comes out: the moon is a pale husk;
Now, from the galley door, as supper nears,
Comes a sharp scent of meat and Spanish rusk
Fried in a pan. Far aft, where the lamp blears,
A seaman in a red shirt eyes the sails and steers.
Soon he will sight that isle in the dim bay
Where his mates saunter by the camp-fire's glow;
Soon will the birds scream, scared, and the bucks bray,
At the rattle and splash as the anchor is let go:
A block will pipe, and and the oars grunt as they row,
He will meet his friends beneath the shadowy trees,
The moon's orb like a large lamp hanging low
Will see him stretched by the red blaze at ease,
Telling of the Indian girls, of ships, and of the seas.
THE TRAVELLING CIRCUS
Trumpets and fifes in the street, the circus is come to town,
There's a fine blue peacock's plume in the tall white hat of the clown:
And the piebald horses feet
Go sounding sounding sounding round and around the ring,
And the lady leaps the hoops like a swift white bird on the wing,
And the bandsmen's drums are pounding
The sloop's sails glow in the sun; the far sky burns,
Over the palm tree tops wanders the dusk,
About the the blows a chuckling ripple churns;
The land wind from the marshes smells of musk.
A star comes out: the moon is a pale husk;
Now, from the galley door, as supper nears,
Comes a sharp scent of meat and Spanish rusk
Fried in a pan. Far aft, where the lamp blears,
A seaman in a red shirt eyes the sails and steers.
Soon he will sight that isle in the dim bay
Where his mates saunter by the camp-fire's glow;
Soon will the birds scream, scared, and the bucks bray,
At the rattle and splash as the anchor is let go:
A block will pipe, and and the oars grunt as they row,
He will meet his friends beneath the shadowy trees,
The moon's orb like a large lamp hanging low
Will see him stretched by the red blaze at ease,
Telling of the Indian girls, of ships, and of the seas.
THE TRAVELLING CIRCUS
Trumpets and fifes in the street, the circus is come to town,
There's a fine blue peacock's plume in the tall white hat of the clown:
And the piebald horses feet
Go sounding sounding sounding round and around the ring,
And the lady leaps the hoops like a swift white bird on the wing,
And the bandsmen's drums are pounding
Original Format
Broadside
Files
Collection
Citation
Jack B. Yeats and John Masefield, “A Broadside: No. 1,” Linda Lear Center Digital Collections and Exhibitions, accessed November 21, 2024, https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1346.