Patrick Kavanagh Poems
|1.||On Raglan Road||1/3/2003|
|2.||In Memory Of My Mother||1/3/2003|
|3.||Inniskeen Road: July Evening||1/3/2003|
|6.||Canal Bank Walk||1/13/2003|
|7.||Stony Grey Soil||1/3/2003|
|8.||Memory of my Father||1/3/2003|
|12.||Wet Evening in April||1/3/2003|
|13.||On An Apple-Ripe September Morning||1/3/2003|
|15.||To the Man After the Harrow||1/3/2003|
|16.||Having To Live in the Country||1/3/2003|
I have lived in important places, times
When great events were decided, who owned
That half a rood of rock, a no-man's land
Surrounded by our pitchfork-armed claims.
I heard the Duffys shouting "Damn your soul!"
And old McCabe stripped to the waist, seen
Step the plot defying blue cast-steel -
"Here is the march along these iron stones."
That was the year of the Munich bother. Which