More From Seamus

Like an old friend who drops in and ends up staying a few days, Seamus Heaney has been on my mind ever since I read those few lines I posted yesterday.

Here’s a short poem by him that delights, enchants, creates longing (the good kind.)


A rowan like a lipsticked girl.
Between the by-road and the main road
Alder trees at a wet and dripping distance
Stand off among the rushes.

There are the mud-flowers of dialect
And the immortelles of perfect pitch
And that moment when the bird sings very close
To the music of what happens.

–Seamus Heaney

One Reply to “More From Seamus”

  1. Elatia Harris says:

    How beautiful — thank you!

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