Friday, August 30, 2013

Seamus Heaney (1939-2013)

The Tollund Man in Springtime
Published in Metre, Spring 2005.

"The soul exceeds its circumstances". Yes.

History not to be granted the last word

Or the first claim ... In the end I gathered

From the display-case peat my staying powers,

Told my webbed wrists to be like silver birches,

My old uncallused hands to be young sward,

The spade-cut skin to heal, and got restored

By telling myself this."

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