Patrick Kavanagh

Lilacs in the City

There are lilacs in the city
I saw them looking over
Black walls like pretty
Nuns of an enclosed Order
Curious to know
How the earth-wheels go.
I said to them: close down
Your eye-lids on the town
And do not heed
The streeted ghosts of speed
And do not imagine that
God is excited at
The wonder machines
For Death will reap them all
But for you the eternal queens
Blow kisses.
Do not look beyond your wall.
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