Patrick Kavanagh

(1904 - 1967 / County Monaghan)

Innocence

Poem by Patrick Kavanagh

They laughed at one I loved-
The triangular hill that hung
Under the Big Forth. They said
That I was bounded by the whitethorn hedges
Of the little farm and did not know the world.
But I knew that love's doorway to life
Is the same doorway everywhere.
Ashamed of what I loved
I flung her from me and called her a ditch
Although she was smiling at me with violets.

But now I am back in her briary arms
The dew of an Indian Summer lies
On bleached potato-stalks
What age am I?

I do not know what age I am,
I am no mortal age;
I know nothing of women,
Nothing of cities,
I cannot die
Unless I walk outside these whitethorn hedges.


Comments about Innocence by Patrick Kavanagh

  • Dr Tony BrahminDr Tony Brahmin (1/29/2020 6:27:00 AM)

    I do not know what age I am,
    I am no mortal age;
    I know nothing of women,
    Nothing of cities,
    I cannot die
    Unless I walk outside these whitethorn hedges. very fine poem. tony(Report)Reply

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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (9/7/2018 6:58:00 AM)

    Superb, aptly titled., , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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