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. Stony Grey Soil
2. Epic
3. Memory of My Father
4. Advent
5. Wet Evening in April

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