With Fifteen-ninety or Sixteen-sixteen
We end Cervantes, Marot, Nashe, or Green:
Then Sixteen-thirteen till twoscore and nine,
Is Crashaw's niche, that honey-lipped divine.
And so when all my little work is done
They'll say I came in Eighteen-seventy-one,
And died in Dublin ... What year will they write
For my poor passage to the stall of night?
I am busy working to bring J.M. Synge's "On an Anniversary" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about J.M. Synge's life and contributions to literature.
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