Seamus Heaney

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

Seamus Heaney Poems

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

for Michael Longley

As a child, they could not keep me from wells
And old pumps with buckets and windlasses.
I loved the dark drop, the trapped sky, the smells
Of waterweed, fungus and dank moss.


One, in a brickyard, with a rotted board top.

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