Patrick Kavanagh

(1904 - 1967 / County Monaghan)

Patrick Kavanagh Poems

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

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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