Poems by Seamus Heaney
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I
My "place of clear water,"
Late August, given heavy rain and sun
for T. P. Flanagan
I
All year the flax-dam festered in the heart
Between my finger and my thumb
There, in the corner, staring at his drink.
It is December in Wicklow:
My father worked with a horse-plough,
The tightness and the nilness round that space
The piper coming from far away is you
Fishermen at Ballyshannon
The timeless waves, bright, sifting, broken glass,
I sat all morning in the college sick bay
1. Sunlight
As a child, they could not keep me from wells
And some time make the time to drive out west
The pockets of our greatcoats full of barley...
So winter closed its fist
A rowan like a lipsticked girl.
Here is the girl's head like an exhumed gourd.
'We were killing pigs when the
I was six when I first saw kittens drown.
As if he had been poured
As you plaited the harvest bow
When you plunged
Perch on their water perch hung in the clear Bann River
I
Her scarf a la Bardot,