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Слушать(AI)Canal Bank Walk
Leafy-with-love banks and the green waters of the
Pouring redemption for me, that I
The will of God, wallow in the habitual, the banal,
Grow with nature again as before I grew.
The bright stick trapped, the breeze adding a
Party to the couple kissing on an old seat,
And a bird gathering materials for the nest for the
Eloquently new and abandoned to its delirious beat.
O unworn world enrapture me, encapture me in a
Of fabulous grass and eternal voices by a beech,
Feed the gaping need of my senses, give me ad
To pray unselfconsciously with overflowing
For this soul needs to be honoured with a new dress woven From green and blue things and arguments that cannot be proven.
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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