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Advent
We have tested and tasted too much, lover -
Through a chink too wide there comes in no wonder.

But here in the Advent-darkened room
Where the dry black bread and the sugarless tea
Of penance will charm back the luxury
Of a child's soul, we'll return to Doom
The knowledge we stole but could not use.


Patrick Kavanagh

Comments

Baz said…
my favourite poem :)
i studied it as a fifteen year old and it's stayed with me since

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