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
I go from you, I recede,
Not by steps violent,
But as a snail backing
From the lewd finger of humanity.
I go from you as a snail
Into my twisted habitation.
And you!
It does not matter how you
React. I know the shadow-ways
Of Self.
I know the last sharp bend
And the volleyed light.
You are lost.
You can merely chase the sliver I have let
Fall from my purse.
You follow silver
And not follow me.
Snail was written by Patrick Kavanagh.