Peace
by Patrick Kavanagh
And sometimes I am sorry when the grass
Is growing over the stones in quiet hollows
And the cocksfoot leans across the rutted cart-pass
That I am not the voice of country fellows
Who now are standing by some headland talking
Of turnips and potatoes or young corn
Of turf banks stripped for victory.
Here Peace is still hawking
His coloured combs and scarves and beads of horn.
Upon a headland by a whinny hedge
A hare sits looking down a leaf-lapped furrow
There’s an old plough upside-down on a weedy ridge
And someone is shouldering home a saddle-harrow.
Out of that childhood country what fools climb
To fight with tyrants Love and Life and Time?
End of the poem
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- Владимир Высоцкий – Упрямо я стремлюсь ко дну
- Extinguish Thou My Eyes by Rainer Maria Rilke
- Weather poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- A Thanksgiving by William Ernest Henley
- Enigma of A Phoenix by Neelam Dadhwal
- from The Tenth Elegy by Rainer Maria Rilke
- Anecdote Of Canna by Wallace Stevens
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- Nutting by William Wordsworth
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- September, 1819 by William Wordsworth
- To Natasha poem – Alexander Pushkin
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