I love poetry, as everyone knows poetry makes no money but gives eternity to your soul...
this one is by Patrick Kavanagh, I choose this because of the touching luke kelly song. It is told that one day he was drinking in the bailey in Dublin with Kelly, when asked to recite a poem (I wish I was there), "Raglan road", after he turned to kelly saying: "I have a song for you...", and he played it, perfectly. here it is.
On Raglan Road
On Raglan Road of an autumn day I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue
I saw the danger and I passed along the enchanted way
And I said let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day
On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion's play
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay
Oh I loved too much and by such by such is happiness thrown away
I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret signs
That's known to the artists who have known the true Gods of sound and stone
And words and tint without stint, I gave her poems to say
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had loved not as I should a creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay he'll lose his wings at the dawn of day
[Modificato da =Linog= 15/05/2006 16.01]