Seamus Heaney

Castledàwson, County Londonderry
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The Grauballe Man

Rating: 4.8

As if he had been poured
in tar, he lies
on a pillow of turf
and seems to weep

the black river of himself.
The grain of his wrists
is like bog oak,
the ball of his heel

like a basalt egg.
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