Song Poem by Seamus Heaney

Song

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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

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Seamus Heaney

Seamus Heaney

Castledàwson, County Londonderry
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