Poems of Patrick Kavanagh
|4.||Canal Bank Walk||1/13/2003|
|7.||Having To Live in the Country||1/3/2003|
|8.||In Memory Of My Mother||1/3/2003|
|9.||Inniskeen Road: July Evening||1/3/2003|
|13.||Memory of my Father||1/3/2003|
|14.||On An Apple-Ripe September Morning||1/3/2003|
|15.||On Raglan Road||1/3/2003|
|19.||Stony Grey Soil||1/3/2003|
|20.||The Great Hunger||4/5/2010|
Upon a bank I sat, a child made seer
Of one small primrose flowering in my mind.
Better than wealth it is, I said, to find
One small page of Truth's manuscript made clear.
I looked at Christ transfigured without fear--
The light was very beautiful and kind,
And where the Holy Ghost in flame had signed
I read it through the lenses of a tear.
And then my sight grew dim, I could not see