By Father Leonard Feeney
Back in Print!
This book is a collection of some of Father Feeney's poetry books: Survival Till Seventeen, Fish on Friday, In Towns and Little Towns, and You’d Better Come Quietly, Poems, Verse as well as some of his other works.
You will rarely encounter another modern Catholic poet and writer with such depth of faith and dramatic power with words as Father Leonard Feeney. Frank Sheed, of Sheed & Ward, his original publisher and a well-known Catholic writer himself, once labeled him “America’s Chesterton”. Coming from a Catholic Englishman, that is a grand compliment indeed for an American Irishman!
“The priest more than a member of any other profession, understands human nature profoundly, and when this is coupled with literary ability, wittily and tolerantly presented, the product is truly delightful.” — Commonweal
“Father Feeney has… revealed the playfulness of his wit, the keenness of his observing eyes, the tenderness of his Irish heart . . .
and above all the dramatic power which is his…” — America
“We need more like him. His laughter is as light as his faith is deep.” — Boston Evening Transcript: under the heading “Favorite Poet”
PREFACE
This book contains the things I like best of all I have written up til 1943. It does not contain the things I hope to write from now
on. And so, though it is called an “omnibus,” it is not to be taken as an “obituary.”
My publishers have been very kind in letting me make my own choices. A number of things have been omitted, over protest of my friends. But a poet—if such I be—must ultimately be his own critic, his own chooser. It is one of the few freedoms left a man in this merciless age.
I am not, as one critic has kindly suggested, “a poet of many personalities.” I am a poet of one personality who has had many moods. I realize I could have made a much greater reputation for myself if I had written everything in one groove. But in this matter I took a cue from God the Father—who is the poet, the maker, in God—and who could have made a much greater reputation for Himself if He had made the lion and omitted the mosquito.
Other than this, I offer no apologies.
L. F. August 6th, 1943.
A collection of Prose, and Verse, Old and New.
Hardcover, 380 Pages
Sketches
Fish on Friday
Good Christians
Skheenarinka
A Madonna of the Kitchen
Evangeline
Asthore
The Journey
Joe Pallavicino
Charlie Maloney
Little Slipper Street
This Little Thing
Cousin Willie
Instructions for Meeting Mrs. Nolan
The Problem Mind
A Sympathetic Summary
Mary Favorite
Outlines
You’d Better Come Quietly
The Blessed Sacrament Explained to Barbara
Do Not Go to Bethlehem to Find the Obvious
Dialogue With an Angel
The Blessed Trinity Explained to Thomas Butler
The Metaphysics of Chesterton
Notes
Two Who Should Be Friends
Clean Literature
How You Lost Your Faith
The Catholic and His Priest
The Menace of Puns
Notes on Names
Water at Work
Fortitude et Laetitia
The Old Man
Survival Till Seventeen
The Voice
Gentlemen With a Grudge
Design for a Grecian Urn
Sunday Evenings
Lesson from the Little Mosquito
Wing Lee, Hand Laundry
Heaven in a Pond
Alicia
Art
The Poets and the Mystics
Poetry
Childhood
The Exile
The Imagination Guy
The Classics
Farewell Without Tears
The First Command
Poems
The Cloud
Sun and Moon
The Kite
The Whistler
The Buttercup
The Ewe
The Doves
Tears
After the Shower
Four Apostrophes to Silence
The Incomparable
Three Soldiers
The Evergreen
Rabbit
Snail
The Moth
The Rose
Reflection
Boundaries
The Poet
I Burned My Bridges
Entia Multiplicanda
Reveille
Virgin Most Prudent
After the Little Elevation
Resurrection
Advice to Verse-Makers
In the Antiques Shop
Finale
Resignation at Midnight
Something Within Me
Song For A Listener
Verse
Metaphysics in the Marketplace
After This, Our Exile
Love Is a Loyalty
The Way of the Cross
Sister Jeremy
The Dove
The Bee
Poor Turkey
Sheep Ritual
The Whale
Brief Litany
The Creature Feature
Admiring Maura
Aunt Abigail
The Devil’s Man
The Fairyland
To an Infant
The Donkey
Stanzas for the Unastonishable
Reflection on a Flea
Coward Noel
The Piano Tuner
The Milkman
Jeremy
Nightly Outrage
Mrs. Whittle
A Prayer for Protestants
Hair Ribbons
St. Joseph’s Christmas
Warning to Contemplatives
The Mistress of Novices
O Love Ave Verum Corpus Natum
Farewell
Buzz, a Book Review
And Still…
A few poems...
The Rose
Perfume and petal
Are qualities
That test love’s mettle
With too much ease.
Bramble and briar
Will soon discover
Who is the liar
And who the lover.
The Donkey
I saw a donkey at a fair
When sounds and songs were in the air;
But he no note interpreted
Of what the people sang or said.
Hitched by a halter to a rail,
He twitched his ears and twirled his tail;
In every lineament and line
He was completely asinine.
Though I had heard in local halls
Some eulogies on animals,
I thought it would be utter blindness
To show him any sort of kindness.
It seemed to me that God had meant
To make him unintelligent,
And wanted us to keep our places,
I in my clothes, he in his traces.
And so I turned my mind to things
Like banners, balls, balloons and rings,
For which I had to pay my share
And went on purpose to a fair.
But down the mid-ways while I went
On all the pageantry intent,
I stopped, and started to remember
A little stable in December,
Battered by wind and swathed in snow,
Nearly two thousand years ago,
When one poor creature like to this
Saw Mary give her Child a kiss.
So back I sauntered to the rail,
And stared at him from head to tail,
And gave his cheek a little pat,
And simply let it go at that.
The Way of the Cross
Along the dark aisles
Of a chapel dim,
The little lame girl
Drags her withered limb.
And all alone she searches
The shadows on the walls,
To find the three pictures
Where Jesus falls.