Patrick Kavanagh

(1904 - 1967 / County Monaghan)

Peace - Poem by Patrick Kavanagh

And sometimes I am sorry when the grass
Is growing over the stones in quiet hollows
And the cocksfoot leans across the rutted cart-pass
That I am not the voice of country fellows
Who now are standing by some headland talking
Of turnips and potatoes or young corn
Of turf banks stripped for victory.
Here Peace is still hawking
His coloured combs and scarves and beads of horn.

Upon a headland by a whinny hedge
A hare sits looking down a leaf-lapped furrow
There's an old plough upside-down on a weedy ridge
And someone is shouldering home a saddle-harrow.
Out of that childhood country what fools climb
To fight with tyrants Love and Life and Time?

Topic(s) of this poem: peace


Comments about Peace by Patrick Kavanagh

  • Subhas Chandra Chakra (5/29/2017 3:37:00 PM)


    Out of that childhood country what fools climb
    To fight with tyrants Love and Life and Time?
    Thanks for these beautiful lines in such a nice poem.
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  • Edward Kofi Louis (5/29/2017 12:51:00 PM)


    Beads of horn! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga (5/29/2017 5:25:00 AM)


    Peace discovered in the serenity of nature and victory over tyrants through love. Great poem. Thanks. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (5/29/2017 12:29:00 AM)


    Combs and scarves.... thanks for posting..... (Report) Reply

  • (1/24/2015 9:55:00 PM)


    It has lot of facts and great ideas. A good poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

Poem Edited: Friday, December 5, 2014


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