Patrick Kavanagh

Untitled (Slowly, slowly, slowly)

Slowly, slowly, slowly
The dream unfolded its leaves
And I saw a young girl coming towards me,
Moving like a sensuous river
Through the flat meadows of April.
I sang 'You are come, you are come,
Virgin most beautiful
Untouched by the hands of another man.
It was for you I've been waiting
Through centuries of tortured manhood."
She stood beside me.
I touched the untouchable
I kissed the lips of the unnamed
And found the missing letter.


Slowly, slowly, slowly
As a leaf bursts from a bud of an April tree
She came to my house

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