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
15 random poems
- A Dialogue At Fiesole poem – Alfred Austin
- Forty Years Later by Martin Willitts, Jr
- The Coming Of Winter poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Crossing the Frontier
- Still Life by Reena Ribalow
- Where We Live Now by Philip Levine
- Barnfloor and Winepress poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Lunar Eclipse by Satish Verma
- Sonnet Xiii
- UNDECIPHERABLE by Satish Verma
- IN VINCULUM by PEGGY AYLSWORTH
- The Gallery poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Justification by William Strode
- Mates
- So Long. by Walt Whitman
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