Advent Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABCCBD EEFEEDD EEEEGDCHIDIDAA D

We have tested and tasted too much loverA
Through a chink too wide there comes in no wonderA
But here in the Advent darkened roomB
Where the dry black bread and the sugarless teaC
Of penance will charm back the luxuryC
Of a child's soul we'll return to DoomB
The knowledge we stole but could not useD
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And the newness that was in every stale thingE
When we looked at it as children the spirit shockingE
Wonder in a black slanting Ulster hillF
Or the prophetic astonishment in the tedious talkingE
Of an old fool will awake for us and bringE
You and me to the yard gate to watch the whinsD
And the bog holes cart tracks old stables where Time beginsD
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O after Christmas we'll have no need to go searchingE
For the difference that sets an old phrase burningE
We'll hear it in the whispered argument of a churningE
Or in the streets where the village boys are lurchingE
And we'll hear it among decent men tooG
Who barrow dung in gardens under treesD
Wherever life pours ordinary plentyC
Won't we be rich my love and I andH
God we shall not ask for reason's paymentI
The why of heart breaking strangeness in dreeping hedgesD
Nor analyse God's breath in common statementI
We have thrown into the dust bin the clay minted wagesD
Of pleasure knowledge and the conscious hourA
And Christ comes with a January flowerA
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Submitted by Andrew MayersD

Patrick Kavanagh



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Padraic Sammon: Kavanagh was one of the finest.The first 2 lines say it all about life...if one is inclined to be self-indulgent...which is a great way to live but life gets boring in the end..
 

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