Poem by Patrick Kavanagh

Sanctity

To be a poet and not know the trade,
To be a lover and repel all women;
Twin ironies by which great saints are made,
The agonising pincer-jaws of heaven.

1. Wet Evening in April
2. On Raglan Road
3. Advent
4. Memory of My Father
5. Stony Grey Soil

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