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
- Николай Карамзин – Эпитафия Джону Гею
- A Poem Of Love by Walter William Safar
- Gehazi by Rudyard Kipling
- Нина Пикулева – Ой, да чья ж это девчушка
- Robert Burns: The Lass O’ Ballochmyle:
- Иннокентий Анненский – Любовь к прошлому
- Федор Сваровский – Путешественники во времени 9
- human_joys.html
- I Thought Of You by Sara Teasdale
- Sonnet 102: My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming by William Shakespeare
- Moving In Winter
- Владимир Степанов – Весёлый транспорт
- What a beautiful world by Vladimir Marku
- Though All The World poem – Alfred Austin
- Primer by Rita Dove
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).
