"The green islands that were his morning hope and his evening despair"
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Title
"The green islands that were his morning hope
and his evening despair"
Subject
Poetry--Twentieth Century--Patrick Kavanagh--Lough Derg
Description
The poetry of Patrick Kavanagh's 'Lough Derg', detailing a visit in 1941
Creator
Patrick Kavanagh, 1904-1967
Source
Kavanagh, Patrick, Lough Derg, p. 38-39
Publisher
Goldsmith Press, The Curragh, Ireland
Date
1978
Rights
Citation for the purposes of criticism
Format
Published poem
Language
English
Type
Poetry chapbook
Identifier
DD_0257
Coverage
54.6083, -7.8714
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Text
“It was six o’clock in the evening
Robert sat looking over the lake
Seeing the green islands that were his morning hope
And his evening despair.
The sharp knife of Jansen
Cuts all the green branches,
Not sunlight comes in
But the hot-iron sin
Branding the shame
Of a beast in the Name
Of Christ on the breast
Of a child of the West
It was this he had read.
All day he was smitten
By this foul legend written
In the fields, in the skies,
In the sanctuaries,
But now the green tree
Of humanity
Was leafing again
Forgiveness of sin.
A shading hand over
The brow of the lover.”
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Poems