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
- For What As Easy by W H Auden
- Юнна Мориц – Смелый гусь
- Election Ballad for Westerha’ by Robert Burns
- To One who Loved not Poetry by Sappho
- The Bell From Europe by Weldon Kees
- Омар Хайям – Имей друзей поменьше, не расширяй их круг
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Что ж делать
- For The Future by Wendell Berry
- Taking Off by Satish Verma
- A Parsonage In Oxfordshire by William Wordsworth
- Кондратий Рылеев – Мне тошно здесь, как на чужбине
- Sonnet To Spenser poem – John Keats poems
- Владимир Гиляровский – Песня Дона
- Never Bite A Married Woman On The Thigh by Shel Silverstein
- Epigram on a Suicide by Robert Burns
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