Seamus Heaney

1939-2013 / Male / Irish
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Act of UnionI / To-night, a first movement, a pulse, / As if the rain in bogland gathered head
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AnahorishMy "place of clear water," / the first hill in the world / where springs washed into
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Blackberry-PickingLate August, given heavy rain and sun / For a full week, the blackberries would ripen. / At first, just one, a glossy purple clot
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BoglandWe have no prairies / To slice a big sun at evening-- / Everywhere the eye concedes to
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CasualtyI / He would drink by himself / And raise a weathered thumb
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Death Of A NaturalistAll year the flax-dam festered in the heart / Of the townland; green and heavy headed / Flax had rotted there, weighted down by huge sods.
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DiggingBetween my finger and my thumb / The squat pin rest; snug as a gun. / Under my window, a clean rasping sound
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DockerThere, in the corner, staring at his drink. / The cap juts like a gantry's crossbeam, / Cowling plated forehead and sledgehead jaw.
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ExposureIt is December in Wicklow: / Alders dripping, birches / Inheriting the last light,
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FollowerMy father worked with a horse-plough, / His shoulders globed like a full sail strung / Between the shafts and the furrow.
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