Patrick Kavanagh Poems

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11.
Wet Evening In April

The birds sang in the wet trees
And I listened to them it was a hundred years from now
And I was dead and someone else was listening to them.
But I was glad I had recorded for him
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12.
Canal Bank Walk

Leafy-with-love banks and the green waters of the canal
Pouring redemption for me, that I do
The will of God, wallow in the habitual, the banal,
Grow with nature again as before I grew.
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13.
Shancoduff

My black hills have never seen the sun rising,
Eternally they look north towards Armagh.
Lot's wife would not be salt if she had been
Incurious as my black hills that are happy
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14.
Primrose

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.
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15.
To The Man After The Harrow

Now leave the check-reins slack,
The seed is flying far today -
The seed like stars against the black
Eternity of April clay.
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16.
Kerr's Ass

We borrowed the loan of Kerr's ass
To go to Dundalk with butter,
Brought him home the evening before the market
And exile that night in Mucker.
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17.
Having To Live In The Country

Back once again in wild, wet Monaghan
Exiled from thought and feeling,
A mean brutality reigns:
It is really a horrible position to be in
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18.
April Dusk

April dusk
It is tragic to be a poet now
And not a lover
Paradised under the mutest bough.
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19.
March

There's a wind blowing
Cold through the corridors,
A ghost-wind,
The flapping of defeated wings,
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20.
A Star

Beauty was that
Far vanished flame,
Call it a star
Wanting better name.
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