Patrick Kavanagh

Advent We have tested and tasted too much, lover- Canal Bank Walk Leafy-with-love banks and the green waters of the canal Epic I have lived in important places, times Having To Live in the Country Back once again in wild, wet Monaghan In Memory Of My Mother I do not think of you lying in the wet clay Inniskeen Road: July Evening The bicycles go by in twos and threes - Innocence They laughed at one I loved- Kerr's Ass We borrowed the loan of Kerr's ass Memory of my Father Every old man I see On An Apple-Ripe September Morning On an apple-ripe September morning On Raglan Road On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew Peace And sometimes I am sorry when the grass Primrose Upon a bank I sat, a child made seer Shancoduff My black hills have never seen the sun rising, Stony Grey Soil O stony grey soil of Monaghan The Great Hunger I To the Man After the Harrow Now leave the check-reins slack, Wet Evening in April The birds sang in the wet trees