Funeral Poems, Readings, Music, Quotations & Thoughts

Wet Evening in April

It is April and to have the light back is wonderful. I am grateful to my friend friend Stephen Pentz for showing me this poem I had never heard before. It's about memory and mortality so it has a place here.

Patrick Kavanagh

Wet Evening in April

The birds sang in the wet trees
And as I listened to them it was a hundred years from now
And I was dead and someone else was listening to them.
But I was glad I had recorded for him the melancholy.

Patrick Kavanagh (1904-1967)


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