#AuUpAugust #Temptation
“An apple tree with its December-glinting fruit we saw- oh you eve were the world that tempted me
To eat the knowledge that grew in clay
and death the germ within it
Now and then I can remember something of the gay garden that was childhoods. Again.
My father played
written alone in his Dublin flat around Christmas , remembering his childhood ... one of Patrick Kavanaghs best known poems ‘ A Childhood Christmas‘