Author: Patrick Kavanagh

I do not think of you lying in the wet clay Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see You walking down […]

Every old man I see Reminds me of my father When he had fallen in love with death One time […]

My black hills have never seen the sun rising, Eternally they look north towards Armagh. Lot’s wife would not be […]

O stony grey soil of Monaghan The laugh from my love you thieved; You took the gay child of my […]

Leafy-with-love banks and the green waters of the canal Pouring redemption for me, that I do The will of God, […]

I have lived in important places, times When great events were decided, who owned That half a rood of rock, […]

And sometimes I am sorry when the grass Is growing over the stones in quiet hollows And the cocksfoot leans […]

Upon a bank I sat, a child made seer Of one small primrose flowering in my mind. Better than wealth […]