Patrick William Kavanagh Poems

Why do you choke upon your gluttony, while millions of your people starve?
Is my body just some carcass, laid out for your insane lust to carve?
Have I not filled your tables with my Bounty, for countless generations past.
But your greed would strip my bones and feast upon my wounded heart.
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The moon draws near, stirring blood, and raising shadows of our distant past.
Long forgotten instincts come to life, and yawn and stretch, awakened like a feral cat.
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Feeling lost and bored, I climbed into the apple tree, but did not find you there,
In the crawl-space underneath the house, I found a sleepy little mouse,
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The hammer strikes the fiery steel,
The sparks, like fire-flies, dance and wheel,
The anvil rings out like a bell,
A slow, relentless, steady beat,
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Suddenly, as plain as plain can be,
I see the world as clear as childlike eyes can see,
and I am young again.

Once more. I see the world is fresh and new,
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Who can put a limit on the way we choose to love
Who can dare to tell us who we choose to share our lives
We may share our hearts and dreams with many or with few,
Only when we listen to our hearts can we be wise,
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The sun is setting slowly, I understand its dignified resistance to the night.
Softly it descends behind the wintry trees and gently impregnates the pond with golden light.
Just like the ace of cups, an ancient symbol for the dawn of life,
When God made love, and gave his essence to his child, the universe.
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