Brown Fields

Intimate hate
Slow low and destroying
In the contemplate
Humped shoulders of a mute-proud ploughing.

The firstlings of thought,
Blasphemous understatement - 
Codes iron-wrought
In the foundry of the Lord's sure greatness.

Stand away
Rebuking the caress of fine modern words
The brown fields stay
The judgement of the light-flippant herds.

§ Marked: ‘1930 Unpublished’.
Written at the bottom of the page is:
‘Poems By P. Kavanagh
Inniskeen
Dundalk
I.F.S.’