A Poem by Patrick Kavanagh
By Lise Utne
4 Jul 2009
"Wet Evening in April
The birds sang in the wet trees/ And as 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."
Patrick Kavanagh (1904-1967).
2 responses
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Ina K° said (6 Jul 2009):
Fantastic poem, Lise! Your collection of images seem to be taken out from a movie and give a warm impression of the everyday life! My vote!
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Lise Utne said (6 Jul 2009):
Thank you, Ina! I came across that poem in a book I was given recently: Portraits of Poets (Christopher Barker, ed. Sebastian Barker, 1986). I fell for the poem's kneejerk surprise and immediate accessibility.
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