"I have what every poet hates in spite
Of all the solemn talk of contemplation."
- 'Iniskeen Road: July Evening' by Patrick Kavanagh
In this poem, Kavanagh speaks about his solitude as a poet. He discusses watching the townspeople passing in twos and threes, their intimacy and friendship is evident to him. Kavanagh however is on the edge, and this is as a result, he believes, of his being a poet. I think it's quite an interesting observation - quite shrewd really. Because when it comes down to it, who wants to be alone?
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