"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.”

Original Format

Poems

Citation

Patrick Kavanagh, 1904-1967, “"The green islands that were his morning hope
and his evening despair",” Digital Derg: A Deep Map, accessed May 24, 2024, https://digitalderg.eu/items/show/276.

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