I met God the Father in the street And the adjectives by which I would describe him are these: Amusing Experimental, Irresponsible - About frivolous things He was not a man who would be appointed to a Board Nor impress a bishop Or gathering of art-lovers. He was not splendid, fearsome or terrible And yet not insignificant. This was my God who made the grass And the sun And stones in streams in April; This was the God I met In an old quarry full of dandelions. This was the God I met in Dublin As I wandered the unconscious streets. This was the God that brooded over the harrowed field - Rooney's - beside the main Carrick road The day my first verses were printed - I knew Him and was never afraid Of death or damnation And I knew that the fear of God was the beginning of folly. The Devil I met the Devil too, And the adjectives by which I would describe him are these: Solemn, Boring, Conservative. He was a man the world would appoint to a Board, He would be on the list of invitees for a bishop's garden party, He looked like an artist. He was the fellow who wrote in newspapers about music, Got into a rage when someone laughed; He was serious about unserious things; You had to be careful about his inferiority-complex For he was conscious of being uncreative.