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Bogland - Poem by Seamus Heaney

We have no prairies
To slice a big sun at evening–
Everywhere the eye concedes to
Encrouching horizon,

Is wooed into the cyclops’ eye
Of a tarn. 118 more words

Nigel Borrington


A weaver, when she has prepared her loom,
Lifts and depresses threads using a comb,

A rigid heddle to help create a gap
And stop the cloth collapsing in her lap. 230 more words


Poetics: Artisans

Hello dVerse Poets and welcome to Tuesday Poetics, hosted this week by me, Kim. You can find me on Writing in North Norfolk.

As some of you may already know, I love the work of the Irish poet Seamus Heaney, who sadly passed away on 30th August 2013. 480 more words


What I’ve Found in Books | Read It Forward

The most fascinating note I’ve ever found in a secondhand book is in a hardcover copy of Seamus Heaney’s  102 more words


The other day I had planned on going fishing but the forecast turned out to be for high winds and maybe snow.  Now snow I can live with – for a while – whilst out fishing but wind can be a bugger. 461 more words

more blackberries . . .

Blackberry Picking by Seamus Heaney

Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot… 239 more words

For John D. (a Poem and a Deconstruction)

For John D.

fecund, moribund, quincunx

fecund moribundity

moribund fecundity

rhizome, rissole, piss-hole in the snow

phenom, pheromone, genome

lissom, blossom, possum.

This poem is all about sound, association and perhaps, memory. 365 more words