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In off the moors, down through the mist-bands / God-cursed Grendel came greedily loping

In off the moors, down through the mist-bands
God-cursed Grendel came greedily loping.
The bane of the race of men roamed forth,
hunting for a prey in the high hall. 98 more words

POETRY: A Dog Was Crying Tonight In Wicklow Also by Seamus Heaney

In memory of Donatus Nwoga

When human beings found out about death
They sent the dog to Chukwu with a message:
They wanted to be let back to the house of life. 242 more words

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POETRY: Seeing Things by Seamus Heaney


Inishbofin on a Sunday morning.
Sunlight, turfsmoke, seagulls, boatslip, diesel.
One by one we were being handed down
Into a boat that slipped and shilly-shallied… 441 more words

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Six Poems about Fathers That Aren't Robert Hayden's "Those Winter Sundays"

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Before I say anything else, let me make it clear that this post’s headline does NOT mean that I think there is anything wrong with… 808 more words


POETRY: A Drink Of Water by Seamus Heaney

She came every morning to draw water
Like an old bat staggering up the field:
The pump’s whooping cough, the bucket’s clatter
And slow diminuendo as it filled, 76 more words

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From here to there and somewhere in between way (and not a green way in sight.)

When it comes to being on a bicycle, there are those who incline to greenways and others to the open roadway.

But a few of us veer towards the small stony find your own way. 499 more words

A Story

excerpt from 1 of Bill Clinton's favorite books

Seamus Heaney– The Cure at Troy: A Version of Sophocles’ Philoctetes

Human beings suffer,
They torture one another,
They get hurt and get hard. 134 more words