Patrick Kavanagh

(1904 - 1967 / County Monaghan)

Patrick Kavanagh Poems

1. A Christmas Childhood 12/15/2014
2. My Father Played The Melodeon 3/3/2015
3. The Great Hunger 4/5/2010
4. Gospel 4/5/2010
5. Kerr's Ass 4/5/2010
6. A Star 4/5/2010
7. April Dusk 4/5/2010
8. March 4/5/2010
9. Having To Live In The Country 1/3/2003
10. Primrose 1/13/2003
11. Shancoduff 1/3/2003
12. To The Man After The Harrow 1/3/2003
13. Wet Evening In April 1/3/2003
14. Innocence 1/3/2003
15. On An Apple-Ripe September Morning 1/3/2003
16. Peace 1/13/2003
17. Memory Of My Father 1/3/2003
18. Canal Bank Walk 1/13/2003
19. Stony Grey Soil 1/3/2003
20. Epic 1/3/2003
21. Inniskeen Road: July Evening 1/3/2003
22. Advent 1/13/2003
23. In Memory Of My Mother 1/3/2003
24. On Raglan Road 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Patrick Kavanagh

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 the day.

On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion's pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay -
O I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away.

I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign...

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My black hills have never seen the sun rising,
Eternally they look north towards Armagh.
Lot's wife would not be salt if she had been
Incurious as my black hills that are happy
When dawn whitens Glassdrummond chapel.

My hills hoard the bright shillings of March
While the sun searches in every pocket.
They are my Alps and I have climbed the Matterhorn

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