Patrick Kavanagh

Canal Bank Walk – Patrick Kavanagh

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 banal, Grow with nature again as before I grew. The bright stick trapped, the breeze adding a third Party to the couple kissing on an old seat, And a bird gatheri... »

Epic – Patrick Kavanagh

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 our pitchfork-armed claims. I heard the Duffys shouting “Damn your soul” And old McCabe stripped to the waist, seen Step the plot defying blue c... »

In Memory Of My Mother – Patrick Kavanagh

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 On your way to the station, or happily Going to second Mass on a summer Sunday– You meet me and you say: ‘Don’t forget to see about the cattle–‘ Among yo... »

Memory Of My Father – Patrick Kavanagh

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 man I saw in Gardner Street Stumbled on the kerb was one, He stared at me half-eyed, I might have been his son. And I remember the musician Faltering over his fiddle In Bayswat... »

Peace – Patrick Kavanagh

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 I am not the voice of country fellows Who now are standing by some headland talking Of turnips and potatoes or young corn Of turf banks stripped for victory. H... »

Primrose – Patrick Kavanagh

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 find One small page of Truth’s manuscript made clear. I looked at Christ transfigured without fear– The light was very beautiful and kind, And where the Holy Ghost in fla... »

Shancoduff – Patrick Kavanagh

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 Incurious as my black hills that are happy When dawn whitens Glassdrummond chapel. My hills hoard the bright shillings of March While the sun searches in every ... »

Stony Grey Soil – Patrick Kavanagh

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 clod-conceived. You clogged the feet of my boyhood And I believed that my stumble Had the poise and stride of Apollo And his voice my thick tongued mumble. You told me the plough w... »

Advent – Patrick Kavanagh

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 the dry black bread and the sugarless tea Of penance will charm back the luxury Of a child’s soul, we’ll return to Doom The knowledge we stole but coul... »