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Patrick Kavanagh - MarchPatrick Kavanagh - March
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    There`s a wind blowing     Cold through the corridors,     A ghost-wind,     The flapping of defeated wings,     A hell-fantasy     From meadows damned     To eternal April     And listening, listening     To the wind     I hear     The throat-rattle of dying men,     From whose ears oozes     Foamy blood,     Throttled in a brothel.     I see brightly     In the wind vacancies     Saint Thomas Aquinas     And     Poetry blossoms     Excitingly     As the first flower of truth.
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