Sanctity

October 29, 2009

This poem was nestled among several vulgar poems with Christian themes, but in a way-I think it describes my feelings:

Sanctity

To be a poet and not know the trade,

To be a lover and repel all women (men);

Twin ironies by which great saints are made,

The agonizing pincer-jaws of Heaven.

by Patrick Kavanagh

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