Sir, – “Midnight in Dublin. A wild, but not cold, October wind is driving rain against my window.” What a beautiful piece of poetic prose was Patrick Kavanagh’s piece from October 25th, 1939. – Yours, etc,
Sir, – “Midnight in Dublin. A wild, but not cold, October wind is driving rain against my window.” What a beautiful piece of poetic prose was Patrick Kavanagh’s piece from October 25th, 1939. – Yours, etc,