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
- Алексей Хомяков – Просьба
- Robert Burns: Lines On The Commemoration Of Rodney’s Victory:
- Федор Сологуб – Побеждайте радость
- Meeting by William Butler Yeats
- Ольга Берггольц – На Ивана-пьющего
- Water-Fowl Observed Frequently Over The Lakes Of Rydal And Grasmere by William Wordsworth
- To The Nameless Soldier
- The Character Of Holland poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- music.html
- Владимир Набоков – Большая медведица
- Константин Бальмонт – На вершине
- Sonnet: As From The Darkening Gloom A Silver Dove poem – John Keats poems
- The Lake Isle Of Innisfree by William Butler Yeats
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Собачий пир
- That The Night Come by William Butler Yeats
Some external links:
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).
