Patrick Kavanagh - March

Patrick Kavanagh - March

There's a wind blowing br Cold through the corridors, br A ghost-wind, br The flapping of defeated wings, br A hell-fantasy br From meadows damned br To eternal April br br And listening, listening br To the wind br I hear br The throat-rattle of dying men, br From whose ears oozes br Foamy blood, br Throttled in a brothel. br br I see brightly br In the wind vacancies br Saint Thomas Aquinas br And br Poetry blossoms br Excitingly br As the first flower of truth.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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