A Suit Poem by Seamus Heaney
A Suit
'I'll make you one,' he said, 'and balance it
Perfectly on you.' So I could almost feel
The plumb line of the creased tweed hit my heel,
My shoulders like a spar or arms of a scale
Under the jacket, my whole shape realigned
In ways that suited me down to the ground.
So Although a suit was the last thing that I needed
I weighed his words and wore them and decided
There and then it was going for a song.
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4/24/2024 5:54:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very nice poem very interesting very nice