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Patrick Kavanagh (1904-1967)

The Irish poet Patrick Kavanagh was born in Monaghan but lived in his later life in Dubin and loved to walk by the canal and sit on a bench reflecting. He has just had a cancerous lung removed when he wrote this sonnet about nature. He is still remembered on the canal by a memorial bench.

Canal Bank Walk

Leafy-with-love banks and the green waters of the canal
Pouring redemption for me, that I do
The will of God, wallow in the habitual, the banal,
Grow with nature again as before I grew.Kavanagh
The bright stick trapped, the breeze adding a third
Party to the couple kissing on an old seat,
And a bird gathering materials for the nest for the Word
Eloquently new and abandoned to its delirious beat.
O unworn world enrapture me, encapture me in a web
Of fabulous grass and eternal voices by a beech,
Feed the gaping need of my senses, give me ad lib
To pray unselfconsciously with overflowing speech
For this soul needs to be honoured with a new dress woven
From green and blue things and arguments that cannot be proven.

But this little dog has more payful intent. He wants Kavanagh to throw a stick for him!


Sorry about the qualiy.


That was hilarious! My dog would probably do the same. I have a yellow lab.
So has my brother. He knows what one is saying.
One of my labs could spell, too, because we used to say are you going for a w-a-l-k to each other so she wouldn't get excited, and after a while she figured out what it was and got excited anyway...