Yahweh my Shepherd

Friday, December 26, 2014


Patrick Kavanagh 

We are the children of light, 
    Wise, not companioned
    By goats
    In a condemned graveyard.

    Backward blowing
    Blizzards of memory
    Flatten out
    The genealogies.

    But here a point,
    The objective essence
    We work in.
    We shall not drink from the stink-pots.

    Gospel spread
    With tin shovels,
    We are this generation.

Check out Patrick Kavanagh's Collected Poems this poet is a very interesting poet who dwells on the inner being, and thoughts that correspond feel free to read more on different sites and collections.