Patrick Kavanagh

Untitled (That song will not come)

That song will not come
That child must be still-born
I shall lie dumb
A season fallow. O the sensuous corn
Green as innocent kisses cannot be
I must be silent. Poet-god pray for me
I cannot save myself and time runs on
A season of eternity. O the caress
Of a word
O the laugh of the sun
O the light of a bird
The loveliness
Of the angelic absurd
In distress. 
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