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
- Swift’s Epitaph by William Butler Yeats
- Robert Burns: There’ll Never Be Peace Till Jamie Comes Hame:
- Анатолий Жигулин – Дорога
- In The Well poem – Andrew Hudgins poems | Poems and Poetry
- Sonnet VIII. To My Brothers poem – John Keats poems
- O’er The Wide Earth, On Mountain And On Plain by William Wordsworth
- Cavalier Tunes: Give a Rouse by Robert Browning
- Владимир Луговской – Баллада о пустыне
- Жан де Лафонтен – Городская и полевая Крысы
- Robert Burns: Nithsdale’s Welcome Hame:
- Chorus of Athenians poem – Alexander Pope
- Where Lies The Land To Which Yon Ship Must Go? by William Wordsworth
- Sonnet I. To My Brother George poem – John Keats poems
- The rainy Pleiads wester poem – A. E. Housman
- Mystic by Sylvia Plath
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