To the Man After the Harrow

By Patrick Kavanagh

Now leave the check-reins slack,

The seed is flying far today -

The seed like stars against the black

Eternity of April clay.

This seed is potent as the seed

Of knowledge in the Hebrew Book,

So drive your horses in the creed

Of God the Father as a stook.

Forget the men on Brady's Hill.

Forget what Brady's boy may say.

For destiny will not fulfil

Unless you let the harrow play.

Forget the worm's opinion too

Of hooves and pointed harrow-pins,

For you are driving your horses through

The mist where Genesis begins.