(1904 - 1967 / County Monaghan)

Wet Evening In April

The birds sang in the wet trees
And I listened to them it was a hundred years from now
And I was dead and someone else was listening to them.
But I was glad I had recorded for him
The melancholy.

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Kavanagh is wonderful
Robotic voice does not do the poem justice
A poignant poem, shot and sweet.