Patrick Kavanagh

To a Lover

To J. G.

    Slowly slowly emerge
    From the fog-sensibility
    Of affection too human
    In the [thin] rational day is tranquility

    Lest Bull of the fog
    High-horned upon you rushes,
    Fly to a hill-point
    Where love is a comic trifle that no child crushes.

    June 4 '38
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