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
- Кондратий Рылеев – Как солнце ни блестит и как оно ни светит
- Владимир Луговской – Остролистник
- Francesca poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Sonnet 103: Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth by William Shakespeare
- Memorials Of A Tour Of Scotland, 1803 VI. Glen-Almain, Or, The Narrow Glen by William Wordsworth
- The Turn O’ The Days by William Barnes
- Anterotics by William Ernest Henley
- Far Within Us #2 by Vasko Popa
- On An Old Woman (From The Greek) by William Cowper
- The Talisman poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Prelude: The Troops by Siegfried Sassoon
- Mad As The Mist And Snow by William Butler Yeats
- Rhyme by Sylvia Plath
- Алишер Навои – О сердце, столько на земле
- Resolve by Sylvia Plath
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