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Doublereed Archive - Posting 000026.txt from 2006/04

From: Oboeeee@-----.com
Subj: [DR-L] Quote of the Day
Date: Fri, 14 Apr 2006 21:45:47 -0400


Peace

And sometimes I am sorry when the grass
Is growing over the stones in quiet hollows
And the cocksfoot leans across the rutted cart-pass
That I am not the voice of country fellows
Who now are standing by some headland talking
Of turnips and potatoes or young corn
Of turf banks stripped for victory.
Here Peace is still hawking
His colored combs and scarves and beads of horn.

Upon a headland by a whinny hedge
A hare sits looking down a leaf-lapped furrow
There's an old plough upside-down on a weedy ridge
And someone is shouldering home a saddle-harrow.
Out of that childhood country what fools climb
To fight with tyrants Love and Life and Time?

-Patrick Kavanagh (1904-1967) Irish poet

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