Poems by Seamus Justin Heaney
Mid-Term Break
... Away at school, as my mother held my handIn hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs ...
Digging
... Digging.The cold smell of potato mould, the squelch and slap ...
Blackberry-Picking
... Where briars scratched and wet grass bleached our boots ...
Follower
... At the headrig, with a single pluck Of reins, the sweating team turned round ...
Death Of A Naturalist
... Some sat Poised like mud grenades, their blunt heads farting ...
The Early Purges
... ' Dan said. Like wet gloves they bobbed and shone till he sluiced ...
Strange Fruit
... Oval-faced, prune-skinned, prune-stones for teeth ...
Requiem for the Croppies
... Then retreat through hedges where cavalry must be thrown ...
Limbo
... Ducking him tenderlyTill the frozen knobs of her wrists ...
The Grauballe Man
... of his slashed throatthat has tanned and toughened ...
The Tollund Man
... Bridegroom to the goddess,She tightened her torc on him ...
Act of Union
... No treaty I foresee will salve completely your tracked ...
Personal Helicon
... And one Was scaresome, for there, out of ferns and tall ...
The Perch
... the finland of perch, the fenland of alder, on airThat is water, on carpets of Bann stream, on hold ...
Twice Shy
... Our Juvenilia Had taught us both to wait, ...
