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
Upon a mile of road, no shadow
That might turn out a man or woman, notA footfall tapping secrecies of stone.
I have what every poet hates in
Of all the solemn talk of contemplation.
Oh,
Alexander Selkirk knew the
Of being king and government and nation.
A road, a mile of kingdom,
I am
Of banks and stones and every blooming thing."Oh,
Alexander Selkirk knew the
Of being king and government and nation."A reference to the castaway Alexander Selkirk who was imoortalised by Daniel Defoe as "Robinson Crusoe"
Patrick Kavanagh
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Stony Grey Soil
O stony grey soil of The laugh from my love you thieved; You took the gay child of my And gave me your clod-conceived
Having To Live in the Country
Back once again in wild, wet Monaghan Exiled from thought and feeling, A mean brutality reigns: It is really a horrible position to be in And I equate myself with Dante And all who have lived outside civilization It isn't a question...
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
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