Come Dance with me Kitty Stobling

Come Dance with Kitty Stobling

No, no, no, I know I was not important as I moved Through the colourful country, I was but a single Item in the picture, the name, not the beloved. O tedious man with whom no gods commingle. Beauty, who has described beauty? Once upon a time I had a myth that was a lie but it served: Trees walking across the crest of hills and my rhyme Cavorting on mile-high stilts and the unnerved Crowds looking up with terror in their rational faces. O dance with Kitty Stobling I outrageously Cried out-of-sense to them, while their timorous paces Stumbled behind Jove's page boy paging me. I had a very pleasant journey, thank you sincerely For giving me my madness back, or nearly. -Patrick Kavanagh Copyright © Estate of Katherine Kavanagh