Having To Live in the Country (Patrick Kavanagh Poems)
Back once again in wild, wet MonaghanExiled from thought and feeling,A mean brutality reigns:It is really a horrible position to ...
Patrick Kavanagh Poems (21 Poems)
On An Apple-Ripe September Morning (Patrick Kavanagh Poems)
On an apple-ripe September morningThrough the mist-chill fields I wentWith a pitch-fork on my shoulderLess for use than for devilment.The ...
On Raglan Road (Patrick Kavanagh Poems)
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knewThat her dark hair would weave a snare ...
April Dusk (Patrick Kavanagh Poems)
April dusk It is tragic to be a poet now And not a lover Paradised under the mutest bough. I look through my window ...
March (Patrick Kavanagh Poems)
There's a wind blowing Cold through the corridors, A ghost-wind, The flapping of defeated wings, A hell-fantasy From meadows damned To eternal April And listening, listening To the ...
Innocence (Patrick Kavanagh Poems)
They laughed at one I loved-The triangular hill that hungUnder the Big Forth. They saidThat I was bounded by the ...
Inniskeen Road: July Evening (Patrick Kavanagh Poems)
The bicycles go by in twos and threes -There's a dance in Billy Brennan's barn to-night,And there's the half-talk code ...
Gospel (Patrick Kavanagh Poems)
We are the children of light, Wise, not companioned By goats In a condemned graveyard. Backward blowing Blizzards of memory Flatten out The genealogies. But here a point, The ...
Kerr’s Ass (Patrick Kavanagh Poems)
We borrowed the loan of Kerr's assTo go to Dundalk with butter,Brought him home the evening before the marketAnd exile ...
To the Man After the Harrow (Patrick Kavanagh Poems)
Now leave the check-reins slack,The seed is flying far today -The seed like stars against the blackEternity of April clay.This ...
A Star (Patrick Kavanagh Poems)
Beauty was that Far vanished flame, Call it a star Wanting better name. And gaze and gaze Vaguely until Nothing is left Save a grey ghost-hill. Here wait ...
Wet Evening in April (Patrick Kavanagh Poems)
The birds sang in the wet treesAnd I listened to them it was a hundred years from nowAnd I was ...
Peace (Patrick Kavanagh Poem)
And sometimes I am sorry when the grass Is growing over the stones in quiet hollows And the cocksfoot leans ...
Canal Bank Walk (Patrick Kavanagh Poem)
Leafy-with-love banks and the green waters of the canal Pouring redemption for me, that I do The will of God, ...
Stony Grey Soil (Patrick Kavanagh Poem)
O stony grey soil of Monaghan The laugh from my love you thieved; You took the gay child of my ...
Shancoduff (Patrick Kavanagh Poem)
My black hills have never seen the sun rising, Eternally they look north towards Armagh. Lot's wife would not be ...
Primrose (Patrick Kavanagh Poem)
Upon a bank I sat, a child made seer Of one small primrose flowering in my mind. Better than wealth ...
Memory Of My Father (Patrick Kavanagh Poem)
Every old man I see Reminds me of my father When he had fallen in love with death One time ...
In Memory Of My Mother (Patrick Kavanagh Poem)
I do not think of you lying in the wet clay Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see You walking down ...
Epic (Patrick Kavanagh Poem)
I have lived in important places, times When great events were decided, who owned That half a rood of rock, ...
Advent (Patrick Kavanagh Poem)
We have tested and tasted too much, lover- Through a chink too wide there comes in no wonder. But here ...