Seamus Heaney

Rookie (April 13,1939 - August 30, 2013 / Castledàwson, County Londonderry)

Seamus Heaney Poems

1. Tankas For Toraiwa 1/10/2012
2. Villanelle For An Anniversary 2/9/2015
3. Oysters 12/16/2014
4. The Perch 12/28/2011
5. Testimony 12/28/2011
6. Anything Can Happen 2/19/2015
7. The Otter 12/28/2011
8. The Harvest Bow 11/11/2010
9. The Tollund Man 11/11/2010
10. The Grauballe Man 12/28/2011
11. The Early Purges 12/28/2011
12. Lovers On Aran 12/28/2011
13. Keeping Going 12/28/2011
14. Rite Of Spring 12/28/2011
15. Anahorish 12/28/2011
16. From Lightenings 11/11/2010
17. Mossbawn: Two Poems In Dedication 12/28/2011
18. Song 11/11/2010
19. Limbo 12/28/2011
20. Strange Fruit 12/28/2011
21. Casualty 11/11/2010
22. From The Frontier Of Writing 12/28/2011
23. Personal Helicon 11/11/2010
24. A Kite For Aibhín 12/28/2011
25. Clearances 12/28/2011
26. Docker 11/11/2010
27. Exposure 12/28/2011
28. Act Of Union 11/11/2010
29. Requiem For The Croppies 12/28/2011
30. Postscript 12/28/2011
31. Bogland 12/28/2011
32. Death Of A Naturalist 12/28/2011
33. Twice Shy 12/28/2011
34. Follower 12/28/2011
35. Digging 12/28/2011
36. Mid-Term Break 12/28/2011
37. Blackberry-Picking 12/28/2011
Best Poem of Seamus Heaney

Blackberry-Picking

Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot
Among others, red, green, hard as a knot.
You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet
Like thickened wine: summer's blood was in it
Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for
Picking. Then red ones inked up and that hunger
Sent us out with milk cans, pea tins, jam-pots
Where briars scratched and wet grass bleached our boots.
Round hayfields, cornfields and potato-drills
We trekked and picked until the cans were full
Until the ...

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Docker

There, in the corner, staring at his drink.
The cap juts like a gantry's crossbeam,
Cowling plated forehead and sledgehead jaw.
Speech is clamped in the lips' vice.

That fist would dropp a hammer on a Catholic-
Oh yes, that kind of thing could start again;
The only Roman collar he tolerates
Smiles all round his sleek pint of porter.

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