PATRICK KAVANAGH
THUS A POET DIES
I AM HERE IN MY OWN ACRES AGAIN
LOOKING AROUND ME, THINKING
THOUGHTS THAT HAVE NO LIFE
THOUGH IT IS MID SUMMER I'VE
NO WISH TO RHAPSODISE,
THUS A POET DIES.
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