Poem of the Week

March

By Patrick Kavanaugh

There’s a wind blowing
    Cold through the corridors,
    A ghost-wind,
    The flapping of defeated wings,
    A hell-fantasy
    From meadows damned
    To eternal April

    And listening, listening
    To the wind
    I hear
    The throat-rattle of dying men,
    From whose ears oozes
    Foamy blood,
    Throttled in a brothel.

    I see brightly
    In the wind vacancies
    Saint Thomas Aquinas
    And 
    Poetry blossoms
    Excitingly
    As the first flower of truth.

About smkelly8

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1 Response to Poem of the Week

  1. smkelly8 says:

    Reblogged this on Xingu, Volume 2 and commented:

    For St. Paddy’s Day some Irish poetry

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