Patrick Kavanagh Poems
|1.||Wet Evening In April||1/3/2003|
|2.||To The Man After The Harrow||1/3/2003|
|3.||The Great Hunger||4/5/2010|
|4.||Stony Grey Soil||1/3/2003|
|8.||On Raglan Road||1/3/2003|
|9.||On An Apple-Ripe September Morning||1/3/2003|
|10.||My Father Played The Melodeon||3/3/2015|
|11.||Memory Of My Father||1/3/2003|
|15.||Inniskeen Road: July Evening||1/3/2003|
|16.||In Memory Of My Mother||1/3/2003|
|17.||Having To Live In The Country||1/3/2003|
|20.||Canal Bank Walk||1/13/2003|
|24.||A Christmas Childhood||12/15/2014|
On Raglan Road
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.
On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion's pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay -
O I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away.
I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign...
In Memory Of My Mother
I do not think of you lying in the wet clay
Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see
You walking down a lane among the poplars
On your way to the station, or happily
Going to second Mass on a summer Sunday -
You meet me and you say:
'Don't forget to see about the cattle - '
Among your earthiest words the angels stray.