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During the years I lived near the  Grand Canal in Dublin I often strolled along its banks as did the poet, my name-sake, Patrick Kavanagh. In his "Canal Sonnets" Kavanagh attempts to create a sense of mystery by using words in a new fashion such as "leafy-with-love".


A reviewer has said that here Kavanagh is suggesting that the growth of plants and grasses on the banks of the Grand Canal have been nurtured by God's love, and that 'green'  suggests that the water of the canal is the water of life, it is then given a sacramental significance as Kavanagh portrays it as baptismal water - "Pouring redemption for me".

How I wish I had been able to reflect on deeper things as Kavanagh did as I strolled along or sat on his own favourite bench.

"We are in too great a hurry', Kavanagh said. "We want a person or thing to yield their pleasures and their secrets to us quickly for we have other commitments. But it is the days when we are idle, when nothing appears to be happening, which provide us, when no one is looking, with all that is memorable".