Memory Of My Father
by Patrick Kavanagh
Every old man I see
Reminds me of my father
When he had fallen in love with death
One time when sheaves were gathered.
That man I saw in Gardner Street
Stumbled on the kerb was one,
He stared at me half-eyed,
I might have been his son.
And I remember the musician
Faltering over his fiddle
In Bayswater, London,
He too set me the riddle.
Every old man I see
In October-coloured weather
Seems to say to me:
“I was once your father.”
End of the poem
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- The Men Who Wear My Clothes by Vernon Scannell
- Reply to a Trimming Epistle, received from a Tailor by Robert Burns
- O’erweening Statesmen Have Full Long Relied by William Wordsworth
- Николай Гумилев – Корабль
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- Death by Rainer Maria Rilke
- How Sleep the Brave by Walter de la Mare
- Юлия Друнина – Есть время любить
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