Patrick Kavanagh

Patrick Kavanagh

1,000 карма
United Kingdom (Great Britain)

Все что создано умом

Все, что создано умом,
Все, к чему душа стремится,
Как янтарь на дне морском,
В книгах бережно хранится
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On Raglan Road

On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of th...
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Upon a bank I sat, a child made
Of one small primrose flowering in my mind
Better than wealth it is,
I said, to
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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 st...
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In Memory Of My Mother

I do not think of you lying in the wet
Of a Monaghan graveyard;
You walking down a lane among the
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I have lived in important places,
When great events were decided, who
That half a rood of rock, a no-man's
Surrounded by our pitchfork-armed claims
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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
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