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Patrick Kavanagh

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The knowledge we stole but could not use
Added by: AM
Knowledge has dulled the sensibility of the poet’s soul: too much has been experienced and the result is cynical familiarity, which he despises. This loss of sensibility can be made good by the discipline of Advent and the austerity of a retreat FROM the world. Sensibility came naturally with childhood, when every object had its novelty and wonder. The “stale” things of the countryside, however ordinary, were endowed with the freshness of wonder.
Looking to the future when this period of penance will have been completed, the poet is confident that his sensibility to the things of the world will be heightened. Christmas, the religious season of birth, will provide a natural involvement with the objects and people which are a part of his life in the countryside. The presence of God in nature will be revealed to him and he will discard those “clay-minted wages” which are the price man must pay for transitory stimulants. Christ will come “with a January flower” and the poet will be privileged to have this vision.
Added by: sinead guthrie
Adult conciousness leads to the destruction of child fantasy,Kavanagh depicts this unfortunate truth perfectly through the art of words "through a chink too wide their comes no wonder"

His hope that after "Christ comes with the Janurary flower" we can all, regain this lost innocence, is refreshing. This poem should be carried in everyones' back pocket so that we all live in a constant state of awareness. Thank you Patrick Kavanagh.
Added by: emma
i am studying Kavanagh's poems for my Leaving Cert and i have come to the conclusion that Kavanagh has the ability to make ordinary things seem extraordinary eg. his black hills in Shancoduff, fantastic. A legendary legend!!!

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