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 ...
Upon a bank I sat, a child made seer Of one small primrose flowering in my mind. Better than wealth ...
We have tested and tasted too much, lover- Through a chink too wide there comes in no wonder. But here ...
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