Patrick Kavanagh
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March


There's a wind blowing
Cold through the corridors,
A ghost-wind,
The flapping of defeated wings,
A hell-fantasy
From meadows damned
To eternal April

And listening, listening
To the wind
I hear
The throat-rattle of dying men,
From whose ears oozes
Foamy blood,
Throttled in a brothel.

I see brightly
In the wind vacancies
Saint Thomas Aquinas
And 
Poetry blossoms
Excitingly
As the first flower of truth.
-Patrick Kavanagh
Copyright © Estate of Katherine Kavanagh

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