(In memory of a poet and mystic-
Patrick Kavanagh)
Along Raglan Road
I saw you stroll
One fine Easter morn’
When children sang
‘Christ has risen,
Christ has risen’
As they skipped along.
Joy flowed from their voices
As you strolled along the road
With a smile you stopped to listen
Prior going on to your abode.
I often recall that occasion
When I saw you in Dublin Town
Far removed from the pagan poet
And those northern hills so brown.
So now, dear Patrick, to your memory
I raise my glass this blessed night
Thanking you for your gift of poetry
Which has brought us much delight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem