Patrick Kavanagh

A Stranger

I know that I have heard
A truth so different
That I had no word
To lock it in with sense.

I should have known the Stranger
That shook my tired tree
In April's younger
Than Eden's wizardry

Of fresh green thoughts, before
Poetry was accident.
I should have wooed more
That wonderment.

*Note: ‘The poem that follows is a variation’

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