WHEN DEATH TAKES OVER
A Poem for Today - January 7, 2014
Memory of my Father
Every
old man I see
Reminds me of my father
When he had fallen in love with death
One time when sheaves were gathered.
That man I saw inGardner Street
Stumbled on the kerb was one,
He stared at me half-eyed,
I might have been his son.
And I remember the musician
Faltering over his fiddle
In Bayswater,London
He too set me the riddle.
Every old man I see
In October-coloured weather
Seems to say to me:
"I was once your father."
Reminds me of my father
When he had fallen in love with death
One time when sheaves were gathered.
That man I saw in
Stumbled on the kerb was one,
He stared at me half-eyed,
I might have been his son.
And I remember the musician
Faltering over his fiddle
In Bayswater,
He too set me the riddle.
Every old man I see
In October-coloured weather
Seems to say to me:
"I was once your father."
© Patrick Kavanagh [1904-1967]
Picture: Igor Pereira Fotobrafo -Jan. 2014
Picture: Igor Pereira Fotobrafo -Jan. 2014
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