<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476416" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>April Dusk</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">April dusk<br>It is tragic to be a poet now<br>And not a lover<br>Paradised under the mutest bough.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I look through my window and see<br>The ghost of life flitting bat-winged.<br>O I am as old as a sage can even be,<br>O I am as lonely as the first fool kinged.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The horse in his stall turns away<br>From the hay-filled manger, dreaming of grass<br>Soft and cool in hollows. Does he neigh<br>Jealousy-words for John MacGuigan's ass<br>That never was civilised in stall or trace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An unmusical ploughboy whistles down the lane<br>Not worried at all about the fate of Europe.<br>While I sit here feeling the subtle pain<br>Of one whose Tree of God has been uprooted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Patrick+Kavanagh">Patrick Kavanagh</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476416" data-title="April Dusk de Patrick Kavanagh" data-description="April dusk It is tragic to be a poet now And not a lover Paradised under the mutest bough. I look through my window and see The ghost of life flitting bat-winged. O I am as old as a sage can even be, O I am as lonely as the first fool kinged. Th..."></div> </div> </div>

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