Shancoduff
by Patrick Kavanagh
My black hills have never seen the sun rising,
Eternally they look north towards Armagh.
Lot’s wife would not be salt if she had been
Incurious as my black hills that are happy
When dawn whitens Glassdrummond chapel.
My hills hoard the bright shillings of March
While the sun searches in every pocket.
They are my Alps and I have climbed the Matterhorn
With a sheaf of hay for three perishing calves
In the field under the Big Forth of Rocksavage.
The sleety winds fondle the rushy beards of Shancoduff
While the cattle-drovers sheltering in the Featherna Bush
Look up and say: ‘Who owns them hungry hills
That the water-hen and snipe must have forsaken?
A poet? Then by heavens he must be poor.’
I hear and is my heart not badly shaken?
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Moonrise by Yvor Winters
- In The Country – English Translation by Rabindranath Tagore
- Владимир Степанов – Праздник сентября
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Близ берегов
- Malay Song
- Golden Eangle
- Wind in the Beechwood by Siegfried Sassoon
- Song of the Exposition. by Walt Whitman
- Dove in the Arch by Robert Desnos
- Goody Blake And Harry Gill by William Wordsworth
- Константин Бальмонт – Можно жить с закрытыми глазами
- Deaf Mute in the Pear Tree by P. K. Page
- AN EPITAPH UPON A CHILD by Robert Herrick
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Ну вот – всё ладится, идет всё понемногу
- On The Ice Islands Seen Floating In The German Ocean by William Cowper
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