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'I have not the fine audacity of men, who have mastered the pen, or the purse. The complexes of many slaves are in my verse. When I straightened my shoulders to look at the world boldly, I see talent coldly. Damning me to stooped attrition. Mine was a beggars mission. To dreams of beauty I should have been born blind.' Patrick Kavanagh, The Irony Of It.