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
- Владимир Маяковский – Эй, онанисты, кричите «Ура!»
- In Praise Of England poem – Alfred Austin
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Наездница
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Бахчисарай
- William Henry Davies – William Henry Davies
- Николай Карамзин – К бедному поэту
- On Scaring some Water-Fowl in Lock Turit by Robert Burns
- Mary’s Son by Rudyard Kipling
- Василий Курочкин – Счастливец
- A Cradle Song by William Blake
- A Boston Ballad, 1854. by Walt Whitman
- Sonnet LIX by William Shakespeare
- Moonsong At Morning by Sylvia Plath
- The Emigrant Mother by William Wordsworth
- Владимир Гиппиус – Узел
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