Seamus Heaney

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

Follower - Poem by Seamus Heaney

My father worked with a horse-plough,
His shoulders globed like a full sail strung
Between the shafts and the furrow.
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Comments about Follower by Seamus Heaney

  • Kevin Patrick (5/5/2016 7:03:00 PM)

    Growing old is not for the feint of heart, as a boy you grow up admiring the strength of the parent you love, only to come of age and watch the parent you love slip into a new role, the old man. A reminder of what life has for all of us (Report) Reply

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  • Harrison Eccles (2/1/2016 11:28:00 AM)

    Hahahaha banter, this poem is crease (Report) Reply

  • Aftab Alam Khursheed Aftab Alam Khursheed (1/26/2015 1:36:00 AM)

    Lo! A brook is flowing dancing singing, rhyming (Report) Reply

  • Elena Sandu Elena Sandu (1/26/2014 8:29:00 PM)

    First time to read this poem, carried away by the beauty and wonderful flow of this poem, I took it lightly without searching for its meanings. My heart breaks now as I realize how wrong I was. I can recognise now the huge pain brought by one of the worst sickness of our world. A bow of deepest sorrow. (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra Gajanan Mishra (1/26/2013 1:28:00 AM)

    I wanted to grow up. Thanks for this line. (Report) Reply








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