Seamus Heaney

Castledàwson, County Londonderry
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Exposure

Rating: 3.2
It is December in Wicklow:
Alders dripping, birches
Inheriting the last light,
The ash tree cold to look at.

A comet that was lost
Should be visible at sunset,
Those million tons of light
Like a glimmer of haws and rose-hips,
And I sometimes see a falling star.
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Bill Wright 01 September 2016
This is a bit enigmatic compared to some of Heaney's other poems but I liked it all the same.
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