Comment on Primrose and see more Patrick Kavanagh poems below.
| Best Poems | Short Poems
Upon a bank I sat, a child made seer
Of one small primrose flowering in my mind.
Better than wealth it is, I said, to find
One small page of Truth's manuscript made clear.
I looked at Christ transfigured without fear--
The light was very beautiful and kind,
And where the Holy Ghost in flame had signed
I read it through the lenses of a tear.
And then my sight grew dim, I could not see
The primrose that had lighted me to Heaven,
And there was but the shadow of a tree
Ghostly among the stars.
The years that pass
Like tired soldiers nevermore have given
Moments to see wonders in the grass.
Top Patrick Kavanagh Poems