Thursday, March 16, 2006

An Irish Poem


This poem reminds me of spring and all of the sensual things that it brings.

Patrick Kavanagh - Canal Bank Walk

Leafy-with-love banks and the green waters of the canal
Pouring redemption for me, that I do
The will of God, wallow in the habitual, the banal,
Grow with nature again as before I grew.
The bright stick trapped, the breeze adding a third
Party to the couple kissing on an old seat,
And a bird gathering materials for the nest for the Word
Eloquently new and abandoned to its delirious beat.
O unworn world enrapture me, encapture me in a web
Of fabulous grass and eternal voices by a beech,
Feed the gaping need of my senses, give me ad lib
To pray unselfconsciously with overflowing speech
For this soul needs to be honoured with a new dress woven
From green and blue things and arguments that cannot be proven.

1 comment:

neilsthepoet said...

You there

You there in the evening light
Have you not seen a time
When the sky shone azure blue
And rested easy on the mind

Have you not seen a child at play
Laughing for no reason at all
Simply because the joy of life
Beckoned him with its call

Have you not seen a river winding
A tortoise fish snake or toad
A crane rising on its wings
As you walked down a road

Have you not shared the blessing
That trees and flowers can give
Had it at least lift some of the
Burden..of what it takes to live

Have you not seen and I'll only
Ask this one thing more
The incredible undefinable
With but a peek..behind loves

Open door

Neils
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written
about 1995
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transcribed this time
10:37 am
03/16/2005

N...again