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 ...
Back once again in wild, wet MonaghanExiled from thought and feeling,A mean brutality reigns:It is really a horrible position to ...
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 on an autumn day I met her first and knewThat her dark hair would weave a snare ...
Upon a bank I sat, a child made seer Of one small primrose flowering in my mind. Better than wealth ...
I do not think of you lying in the wet clay Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see You walking down ...
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