Canal Bank Walk – Patrick Kavanagh

Leafy-with-love banks and the green waters of the canal Pouring redemption for me, that I do The will of God, wallow in the habitual, the…

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Epic – Patrick Kavanagh

I have lived in important places, times When great events were decided, who owned That half a rood of rock, a no-man’s land Surrounded by…

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In Memory Of My Mother – Patrick Kavanagh

I do not think of you lying in the wet clay Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see You walking down a lane among the poplars…

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Memory Of My Father – Patrick Kavanagh

Every old man I see Reminds me of my father When he had fallen in love with death One time when sheaves were gathered. That…

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Peace – Patrick Kavanagh

And sometimes I am sorry when the grass Is growing over the stones in quiet hollows And the cocksfoot leans across the rutted cart-pass That…

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Primrose – Patrick Kavanagh

Upon a bank I sat, a child made seer Of one small primrose flowering in my mind. Better than wealth it is, I said, to…

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Shancoduff – Patrick Kavanagh

My black hills have never seen the sun rising, Eternally they look north towards Armagh. Lot’s wife would not be salt if she had been…

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Stony Grey Soil – Patrick Kavanagh

O stony grey soil of Monaghan The laugh from my love you thieved; You took the gay child of my passion And gave me your…

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Advent – Patrick Kavanagh

We have tested and tasted too much, lover- Through a chink too wide there comes in no wonder. But here in the Advent-darkened room Where…

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