We are the children of light, Wise, not companioned By goats In a condemned graveyard. Backward blowing Blizzards of memory Flatten out The genealogies. But here a point, The objective essence We work in. We shall not drink from the stink-pots. Propaganda, Gospel spread With tin shovels, We are this generation.
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Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh (21 October 1904 – 30 November 1967) was an Irish poet and novelist. His best-known works include the novel Tarry Flynn, and th…
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