Memory Of My Father Poem by Patrick Kavanagh
Memory Of My Father
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."
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Fantastic poem, although I read it couple of days back but could not write my comments today when it appeared I could not stop from writing about it....Only those who love his father from heart can write such line: I quote: Every old man I see In October-coloured weather Seems to say to me: I was once your father.
a great poem....i like it........thank U for sharing
such a beautiful great loving poem on father remembrance........great 10++
great poem. soon itll be memorey of my self! becsause hes dead! ! !
No false notes here. This is natural, perfectly transparent poetry. What an ear! !
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12/2/2024 8:29:23 AM # 1.0.0
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.