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Bloggsworth
August 30th, 2013, 12:49 PM
Another of the greats has left us - RIP Seamus Heaney.

Bloggsworth
August 30th, 2013, 06:48 PM
I am amazed that the death of Seamus Heaney has elicited no comment at all.

Gumby
August 30th, 2013, 07:16 PM
The cold smell of potato mould, the squelch and slap
Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge
Through living roots awaken in my head.
But I’ve no spade to follow men like them.
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests.
I’ll dig with it.


This is what we do, yes? We dig with our squat pen, so to speak.

dannyboy
August 31st, 2013, 12:57 AM
St Kevin and the Blackbird

And then there was St Kevin and the blackbird.
The saint is kneeling, arms stretched out, inside
His cell, but the cell is narrow, so

One turned-up palm is out the window, stiff
As a crossbeam, when a blackbird lands
And lays in it and settles down to nest.

Kevin feels the warm eggs, the small breast, the tucked
Neat head and claws and, finding himself linked
Into the network of eternal life,

Is moved to pity: now he must hold his hand
Like a branch out in the sun and rain for weeks
Until the young are hatched and fledged and flown.

*

And since the whole thing’s imagined anyhow,
Imagine being Kevin. Which is he?
Self-forgetful or in agony all the time

From neck on out down through his hurting forearms?
Are his fingers sleeping? Does he still feel his knees?
Or has the shut-eyed blank of underearth

Crept up through him? Is there distance in his head?
Alone and mirrored clear in love’s deep river,
‘To labour and not to seek reward,’ he prays,

A prayer his body makes entirely
For he has forgotten self, forgotten bird
And on the riverbank forgotten the river’s name.

* One of my favouritte Heaney poems. I have love his work since the late 70's. If you haven't already track down his selected prose book Finders Keepers. Read North... He was a great. RIP Seamus Heaney