Patrick Kavanagh Comments (8)
10 Oct 07:06
Every month Patrick has poem to announce that month , this Oct and I love his poem
19 Dec 2017 07:07
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11 May 2016 02:12
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22 Mar 2014 08:13
A Childhood Christmas One side of the potato-pits was white with frost— How wonderful that was, how wonderful! And when we put our ears to the paling-post The music that came out was magical. The light between the ricks of hay and straw Was a hole in Heaven’s gable. An apple tree With its December-glinting fruit we saw — O you, Eve, were the world that tempted me To eat the knowledge that grew in clay And death the germ within it! Now and then I can remember something of the gay Garden that was childhood’s. Again The tracks of cattle to a drinking-place, A green stone lying sideways in a ditch Or any common sight the transfigured face Of a beauty that the world did not touch. My father played the melodeon Outside at our gate; There were stars in the morning east And they danced to his music. Across the wild bogs his melodeon called To Lennons and Callans. As I pulled on my trousers in a hurry I knew some strange thing had happened. Outside the cow-house my mother Made the music of milking; The light of her stable-lamp was a star And the frost of Bethlehem made it twinkle. A water-hen screeched in the bog, Mass-going feet Crunched the wafer-ice on the pot-holes, Somebody wistfully twisted the bellows wheel. My child poet picked out the letters On the grey stone, In silver the wonder of a Christmas townland, The winking glitter of a frosty dawn. Cassiopeia was over Cassidy’s hanging hill, I looked and three whin bushes rode across The horizon — The Three Wise Kings. An old man passing said: “Can’t he make it talk” — The melodeon. I hid in the doorway And tightened the belt of my box-pleated coat. I nicked six nicks on the door’post With my penknife’s big blade— There was a little one for cutting tobacco, And I was six Christmases of age. My father played the melodeon, My mother milked the cows, And I had a prayer like a white rose pinned On the Virgin Mary’s blouse. Note: 'whin' = ‘gorse’ or ‘furze’. Patrick Kavanagh (1904 – 1967) The author of this most quoted of Christmas poems from Ireland was born in County Monaghan (one of the three counties of Ulster now in the Irish Republic) in 1904 and lived there as a farmer, a cobbler and a poet until he moved to Dublin in 1939. He died in 1967. His best-known books are The Ploughman (1936) , The Green Fool (1938) , The Great Hunger (1942) and a novel, Tarry Flynn (1948) . There is a splendidly lifelike statue of him seated on a bench on the bank of the Grand Canal in Dublin of which at least one visitor has unwittingly begged its pardon! It is said that one day he and his fellow-writer, Brendan Behan, went out for a drink in Dublin. Eventually they were forced to buy from an ‘off-licence’ and go off to drink in a room somewhere because one or the other of the rollicking pair had been banned from every pub they tried!
20 Feb 2012 04:38
A beautiful poem set to a beautiful melody. I've listened to dozens of versions and while those listed here by others are fine, the wonderful, haunting track by Joan Osborne with the Chieftains is the one that gets me every time.
16 Apr 2010 04:16
On Raglan Road was actually set to music by Kavanagh himself and the lead singer of The Dubliners, Luke Kelly. It is set to the music of the traditional Irish song 'Fainne Geal an Lae' (The Dawning of the Day) . This original version is by far the best of the numerous versions now on offer, truly capturing the feel of the poem (So much so it is used as a learning aid in Leaving Certificate English) , and i would wholly recommend anyone to give it a listen.
20 Apr 2008 09:41
Canadian singer Loreena McKennitt does an incredible job with Kavanagh's 'On Raglan Road' which she has set to music in her new album 'Nights from the Alhambra'. I mean this dame sings like a thrush! If one buys only one music CD a year, this would be it.
09 Oct 2003 07:00
I would like a copy of the poem A View of God and the Devil by Patrick Kavanagh. Your help would be much appreciated.