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Every old man I see
Reminds me of my father
When he had fallen in love with death
One time when sheaves were gathered.
That man I saw in Gardner Street
Stumbled on the kerb was one,
He stared at me half-eyed,
I might have been his son.
And I remember the musician
Faltering over his fiddle
In Bayswater, London,
He too set me the riddle.
Every old man I see
In October-coloured weather
Seems to say to me:
"I was once your father."
Patrick Kavanagh
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Read poems about / on: october, london, weather, father, son, remember, death, memory, time, love
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Robin illanes
(6/4/2007 8:40:00 AM) |
hey S`upp
this is a very interestin`poem, watch out with the title, the word memory not always mean good things that happened in the past : O
after readin` it I realized there was sth unclear about the relatioship between Kavanagh and his father.
Also try to read IN memory of my mother, where its proved what i just said, because IN MEMORY means a kind of tribute, good feelings towards his mother
cya.
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