A rowan like a lipsticked girl.
Between the by-road and the main road
Alder trees at a wet and dripping distance
Stand off among the rushes.
Between the by-road and the main road
Alder trees at a wet and dripping distance
Stand off among the rushes.
There are the mud-flowers of dialect
And the immortelles of perfect pitch
And that moment when the bird sings very close
To the music of what happens.
And the immortelles of perfect pitch
And that moment when the bird sings very close
To the music of what happens.
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Short post written in sadness - RIP Seamus Heaney ow.ly/opwBe
and from Mary Ann:
http://maryannreilly.blogspot.com/2013/08/large-loss-seamus-heaney.html__________________