Memory Of My Father
by Patrick Kavanagh
Every old man I see
Reminds me of my father
When he had fallen in love with death
One time when sheaves were gathered.
That man I saw in Gardner Street
Stumbled on the kerb was one,
He stared at me half-eyed,
I might have been his son.
And I remember the musician
Faltering over his fiddle
In Bayswater, London,
He too set me the riddle.
Every old man I see
In October-coloured weather
Seems to say to me:
“I was once your father.”
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Winter’s End by Mac McGovern
- The Madness Of King Goll by William Butler Yeats
- Николай Языков – Землетрясенье
- To a Gentleman and Lady on the Death of the Lady’s Brother and Sister by Phillis Wheatley
- Иида Дакоцу – Розу покинув
- A Wall Flower poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Robert Burns: Up In The Morning Early:
- Илья Зданевич – Ослиный Бох
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Ночной пилигрим
- Аля Кудряшева – И кстати, еще бывает уездный гор
- Cradle Song poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Far Within Us #6 by Vasko Popa
- Long I waited in vain
- The House Where We Were Wed by Will McKendree Carleton
- The Meaning of Music by Mercedes Madrigal
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