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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …