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§ Marked: ‘1930 Unpublished’.
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‘Poems By P. Kavanagh