Seamus Heaney Poems

Air from another life and time and place,
Pale blue heavenly air is supporting
A white wing beating high against the breeze,
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I

To-night, a first movement, a pulse,
As if the rain in bogland gathered head
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It is December in Wicklow:
Alders dripping, birches
Inheriting the last light,
The ash tree cold to look at.
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I was six when I first saw kittens drown.
Dan Taggart pitched them, 'the scraggy wee shits',
Into a bucket; a frail metal sound,
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So winter closed its fist
And got it stuck in the pump.
The plunger froze up a lump
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There, in the corner, staring at his drink.
The cap juts like a gantry's crossbeam,
Cowling plated forehead and sledgehead jaw.
Speech is clamped in the lips' vice.
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Fishermen at Ballyshannon
Netted an infant last night
Along with the salmon.
An illegitimate spawning,
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The tightness and the nilness round that space
when the car stops in the road, the troops inspect
its make and number and, as one bends his face
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My 'place of clear water,'
the first hill in the world
where springs washed into
the shiny grass
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for Michael Longley

As a child, they could not keep me from wells
And old pumps with buckets and windlasses.
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