Seamus Hogan Poems

One coin and none to keep it company.
The chicken I'd imagined laying golden eggs
Today asserted himself.
The chopping block chopped.
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That dead tree that I'm about to cut,
proud with its crow bounty.
A few sheep mushroomed
fly scarved cattle fields
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Two riders in the elderberry road,
grass between.
With blackthorn and hazel, unseen.
Only the breathing, the hoofs
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In the orchard
Our dog Mr. Lynch
Rolls in his own happiness.
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It must have been this month of the year,
November, because I wore boots of rubber
and the cows wore boots of mud.
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This evening of open windows
Night waits among the leaves
As quietly as tea draws,
As a last fruit ready to fall.
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Like birds
Flight of tongue
Curlew of neck
Swooping breasts
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Yes, it's true
that I am quiet
this morning.
But did you hear
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If You can imagine a blind woman
Knitting, in total darkness, a woollen
Jumper then the wool you see is me.
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For Seamus and Marie

A turf flame is more modest
Than that of well seasoned elm,
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