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
15 random poems
- Written In A Volume Of The Comtesse De Noailles
- Stillborn by Sylvia Plath
- Геннадий Айги – Два эпилога
- Яков Полонский – Песня циганки
- Death039s Claim
- Анатолий Жигулин – Лесные дороги
- Asleep by Wilfred Owen
- Алексей Ржевский – Долго ль прельщаться
- Robert Burns: Scotch Drink :
- The Dunciad: Book IV poem – Alexander Pope
- The Easter Egg Hunt by Roger Turner
- Robert Burns: A Grace After Dinner, Extempore:
- Николай Карамзин – Пророчество на 1799 год, найденное в бумагах Нострадамуса
- Doomes-Day: The Tenth Houre by William Alexander
- Какие яблоки в саду
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
