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Sanctity. To be a poet and not know the trade. To be a lover and repel all women. Twin ironies by which great saints are made. The agonising pincer-jaws of Heaven.
Brother Commemorate me thus beautifully Where by a lock niagarously roars The falls for those who sit in the tremendous silence Of mid-July. No one will speak in prose Who finds his way to these Parnassian islands. A swan goes by head low with many apologies, Fantastic light looks through the eyes of bridges - And look! a barge comes bringing ...
29 mag 2024 · The Patrick Kavanagh Poetry Award for a first unpublished collection of poems in English is open to poets, born in the island of Ireland, or of Irish nationality, or long term resident in Ireland. The award adjudicator is Victoria Kennefick, acclaimed author of award winning collection ‘Eat Or We Both Starve‘ (2021). Her second collection […]
Has a hundred little heads. On none of which foot-room for genius. Because of you I am a half-faithed ploughman. Shallow furrows at my heels. Because of you I am a beggar of song. And a coward in thunder. If I had been born among the Mournes. Even in Forkhill. I might have had echo-corners in my soul.
The Monaghan landscape that shaped Patrick Kavanagh as a person and as a poet has changed little since his time. Take the Kavanagh Trail and walk in the poet’s footsteps down the lanes, through the triangular fields and between the whitethorn hedges of Monaghan. This walking or cycling trail in the unique drumlin landscape of South Monaghan ...
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If she should come to me again I'd be. wise to the veiléd vanities of woman, I'd listen with my eyes to symphony. sculptured purely from affliction human, I'd stand without the gates of pity-pain. on greenless earth, without curse or care. or prayer, if she should rapture me again. The might of mind would flood the wind of her.
