In Memory of My Mother
by Patrick Kavanagh
I do not think of you lying in the wet clay
Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see
You walking down a lane among the poplars
On your way to the station, or happily
Irish Poets Open Your Eyes
by Patrick Kavanagh
In ‘Irish Poets Open Your Eyes’ Kavanagh suggests pursuits which his fellow poets could undertake to keep their writing more accessible to a contemporary audience.
Irish poets open your eyes,
Even Cabra can surprise;
Try the dog-tracks every now and then -
Shelbourne Park and crooked men.
