Canal Bank Walk   by Patrick Kavanagh (1904-1967)

                            Leafy-with-love banks and the green waters of the canal
                            Pouring redemption for me, that I do
                            The will of God, wallow in the habitual, the banal,
                            Grow with nature again as before I grew.
                            The bright stick trapped, the breeze adding a third
                            Party to the couple kissing on an old seat,
                            And a bird gathering materials for the nest for the Word
                            Eloquently new and abandoned to its delirious beat.
                            O unworn world enrapture me, encapture me in a web
                            Of fabulous grass and eternal voices by a beech,
                            Feed the gaping need of my senses, give me ad lib
                            To pray unselfconsciously with overflowing speech
                            For this soul needs to be honoured with a new dress woven
                            From green and blue things and arguments that cannot be proven.

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