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
- Immaculacy by Satish Verma
- The Resting Place
- Новелла Матвеева – Река
- Николай Гумилев – Зараза
- The Hawthorn Tree by Willa Cather
- Олег Григорьев – Иду я среди голодный
- Heredity by Tony Harrison
- So tired by Tanisha Avarsekar
- Robert Burns: Fragment Of Song:
- Robert Burns: Carle, An The King Come:
- REGENERATING by Satish Verma
- In Memoriam A. H. H.: 131. O living will that shalt endure poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Book Sixth [Cambridge and the Alps] by William Wordsworth
- Алексей Плещеев – Тобой лишь ясны дни мои
- The Poor House by Sara Teasdale
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