The ink You used
was bluestone,
The paper Whitewash,
We used it to spray
the spuds and paint
the walls, you might
have done that too,
Instead,
You ploughed furrows
of blue on white and
We reaped the harvest.
(Seamus Heaney RIP)
This is a beautiful tribute to the master so well written a touch of the Heaney about it well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a beautiful poem. I dearly enjoyed reading it. I wish you all the best. Bien!