Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Winter encloses me.
I am fenced,
The light, the laugh the dance
Against.
I am like a monk
In a grey cell
Copying out my soul's
Queer miracle.
What goes on out there
In the light
Is less than a blue-bottle's flirtation.
Yet spite!
I would be a blue-bottle
Or a house-fly
And let the monk, the task,
In darkness lie.
Poet was written by Patrick Kavanagh.