Poems by Patrick Kavanagh
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We have tested and tasted too much, lover-
Leafy-with-love banks and the green waters of the canal
I have lived in important places, times
I do not think of you lying in the wet clay
Every old man I see
And sometimes I am sorry when the grass
Upon a bank I sat, a child made seer
My black hills have never seen the sun rising,
O stony grey soil of Monaghan