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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.
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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Inniskeen Road July Evening
The bicycles go by in twos and threes -There's a dance in Billy Brennan's barn to-night, And there's the half-talk code of And the wink-and-elbow language of delight Half-past eight and there is not a
Memory of my Father
Every old man I Reminds me of my When he had fallen in love with One time when sheaves were gathered
Kerrs Ass
We borrowed the loan of Kerr's To go to Dundalk with butter, Brought him home the evening before the And exile that night in Mucker
Peace
And sometimes I am sorry when the Is growing over the stones in quiet And the cocksfoot leans across the rutted That I am not the voice of country
