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Canal Bank Walk

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. by Patrick Kavanagh. This poem was written on one of the benches of this canal, in South Dublin, Ireland. Kavanagh wrote it upon being discharged from hospital after escaping a critical illness. An ode to second chances and seeing the world renewed, and fresh, and beautiful.