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 ...
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 ...
I am no shepherd of a child's surmises.I have seen fear where the coiled serpent rises,Thirst where the grasses burn ...
"I - At The Post-Office It was a gray, midwinter afternoon.A noisy wind pursued the fine hard flakesOf blinding snow, ...
Angels of the love affair, do you know that other,the dark one, that other me?1. ANGEL OF FIRE AND GENITALSAngel ...
This is the yarn that M'Larty told by the brazier fire,Where over the mud-filled trenches the star-shells blaze and expire ...
They sing of the puncher--that knight of the range who rounds up the bellerin' steer;Who rides at the head of ...
The blizzards and the cold of the North take their tollIn the regions that lie farther south.You will see cattle ...
Your catalog arrived today,Thanks for the cover bright and gayAnd all the lovely host it brought-Delphiniums, forget-me-nots,Nasturtiums, clustered to one ...
South of my days' circle, part of my blood's country, rises that tableland, high delicate outline of bony slopes wincing ...
1. I am thirty this November. You are still small, in your fourth year. We stand watching the yellow leaves ...
"Angels of the love affair, do you know that other, the dark one, that other me?" 1. ANGEL OF FIRE ...
In the little Crimson Manual it's written plain and clear That who would wear the scarlet coat shall say good-bye ...
Light up your pipe again, old chum, and sit awhile with me; I've got to watch the bannock bake -- ...
I met an ancient man who mushed With Peary to the Pole. Said I, "In all that land so hushed ...
(Bergen)SEVEN days all fog, all mist, and the turbines pounding through high seas. I was a plaything, a rat's neck ...
THE BOY Alexander understands his father to be a famous lawyer. The leather law books of Alexander's father fill a ...
IN the morning, a Sunday morning, shadows of sea and adumbrants of rock in her eyes . horseback in leather ...
I AM a hoodlum, you are a hoodlum, we and all of us are a world of hoodlums-maybe so. I ...
LAST night a January wind was ripping at the shingles over our house and whistling a wolf song under the ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
Moscow ballet at seven in the evening. You look at everything. You lay your cheek against my shoulder, smoothing down ...
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