Seamus Heaney

Rookie (April 13,1939 - August 30, 2013 / Castledàwson, County Londonderry)

Anahorish - Poem by Seamus Heaney

My 'place of clear water,'
the first hill in the world
where springs washed into
the shiny grass

and darkened cobbles
in the bed of the lane.
Anahorish, soft gradient
of consonant, vowel-meadow,

after-image of lamps
swung through the yards
on winter evenings.
With pails and barrows

those mound-dwellers
go waist-deep in mist
to break the light ice
at wells and dunghills.


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  • Bill Wright (9/3/2016 11:14:00 AM)


    I enjoyed this poem. After Heaney's death folk tried to visit Anahorish and it doesn't officially exist as it is not on OS maps, but they are trying to change it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 28, 2011



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