/lit/ - Literature

This my first time posting in /lit/ but i thought this would be the most appropriate place for it.
Inniskeen Road: July Evening by Patrick Kavanagh is a poem about him being not liked by his people for being anti social person who looked down on his people. He goes on about how he couldn't understand them.

But for some reason this poem really speaks to /b/ when I think about it. How they have their own language of bullshit and non sense, and if you don't follow that you're not welcome and you're below them.
"A footfall tapping secrecies of stone."

Inniskeen Road: July Evening

The bicycles go by in twos and threes -
There's a dance in Billy Brennan's barn to-night,
And there's the half-talk code of mysteries
And the wink-and-elbow language of delight.
Half-past eight and there is not a spot
Upon a mile of road, no shadow thrown
That might turn out a man or woman, not
A footfall tapping secrecies of stone.
I have what every poet hates in spite
Of all the solemn talk of contemplation.
Oh, Alexander Selkirk knew the plight
Of being king and government and nation.
A road, a mile of kingdom, I am king
Of banks and stones and every blooming thing.

Does that make sense or am I an idiot for thinking it?

pls respong

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