Patrick Kavanagh Black Poems

  • 1.
    My father played the melodeon
    Outside at our gate,
    There were stars in the morning east
    And they danced to his music.
  • 2.
    We have tested and tasted too much, lover-
    Through a chink too wide there comes in no wonder.
    But here in the Advent-darkened room
    Where the dry black bread and the sugarless tea
  • 3.
    Clay is the word and clay is the flesh
    Where the potato-gatherers like mechanised scarecrows move
    Along the side-fall of the hill - Maguire and his men.
  • 4.
    Now leave the check-reins slack,
    The seed is flying far today -
    The seed like stars against the black
    Eternity of April clay.
  • 5.
    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
  • 6.
    O stony grey soil of Monaghan
    The laugh from my love you thieved;
    You took the gay child of my passion
    And gave me your clod-conceived.
Total 6 Black Poems by Patrick Kavanagh

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