Poems of Patrick Kavanagh
|1.||A Christmas Childhood||12/15/2014|
|5.||Canal Bank Walk||1/13/2003|
|8.||Having To Live in the Country||1/3/2003|
|9.||In Memory Of My Mother||1/3/2003|
|10.||Inniskeen Road: July Evening||1/3/2003|
|14.||Memory of my Father||1/3/2003|
|15.||On An Apple-Ripe September Morning||1/3/2003|
|16.||On Raglan Road||1/3/2003|
|20.||Stony Grey Soil||1/3/2003|
A Christmas Childhood
One side of the potato-pits was white with frost -
How wonderful that was, how wonderful!
And when we put our ears to the paling-post
The music that came out was magical.
The light between the ricks of hay and straw
Was a hole in Heaven's gable. An apple tree
With its December-glinting fruit we saw -
O you, Eve, were the world that tempted me.