Patrick Kavanagh

This Way

So if our hearts be wise
Mind shall stumble on
Essential idolatries

And the strait gate
Adorned by dark
Infidel and the children
Of remorse,
Will it not be
Wider from the angle of this seeing?

Peace. The dogs whine
To love-strains
'Twere better departure
Peace - a god's impotence.

Let none pity,
Let none wink sagely - 
There be no prefects.
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