Poems by Patrick Kavanagh
Memory Of My Father
... When he had fallen in love with death ...
In Memory Of My Mother
... On your way to the station, or happilyGoing to second Mass on a summer Sunday-- ...
Epic
... I inclined To lose my faith in Ballyrush and Gortin ...
Advent
... And the bog-holes, cart-tracks, old stables where Time begins ...
Peace
... And the cocksfoot leans across the rutted cart-pass ...
Canal Bank Walk
... From green and blue things and arguments that cannot be proven ...
Stony Grey Soil
... You burgled my bank of youth!Lost the long hours of pleasure ...
Shancoduff
... While the cattle-drovers sheltering in the Featherna Bush ...
Primrose
... I looked at Christ transfigured without fear-- ...
Kerr's Ass
... The straw-stuffed straddle, the broken breeching ...
Inniskeen Road: July Evening
... There's a dance in Billy Brennan's barn to-night, ...
Sonnet VII: How soon hath Time, the Subtle Thief of Youth
... Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year! ...
March
... The flapping of defeated wings, ...
On Shakespeare. 1630
... d stones, Or that his hallowed relics should be hid ...
Lycidas
... ra's hair? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise ...
