Seamus Heaney

Castledàwson, County Londonderry
Explore Poems GO!

Strange Fruit

Rating: 3.3

Here is the girl's head like an exhumed gourd.
Oval-faced, prune-skinned, prune-stones for teeth.

They unswaddled the wet fern of her hair
And made an exhibition of its coil,
Let the air at her leathery beauty.
Pash of tallow, perishable treasure:
Her broken nose is dark as a turf clod,
Her eyeholes blank as pools in the old workings.
Diodorus Siculus confessed

His gradual ease with the likes of this:
Read More

READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bill Wright 03 September 2016

A powerful piece of writing. I wonder if it came about because of the unearthing of a body or perhaps an old skeleton.

0 0 Reply