Seamus Heaney Poems
|1.||‘When all the others were away at Mass'||7/23/2015|
|2.||Tankas For Toraiwa||1/10/2012|
|5.||Villanelle For An Anniversary||2/9/2015|
|7.||Anything Can Happen||2/19/2015|
|9.||The Harvest Bow||11/11/2010|
|10.||The Tollund Man||11/11/2010|
|11.||The Grauballe Man||12/28/2011|
|12.||The Early Purges||12/28/2011|
|13.||Lovers On Aran||12/28/2011|
|16.||Rite Of Spring||12/28/2011|
|17.||Mossbawn: Two Poems In Dedication||12/28/2011|
|20.||From The Frontier Of Writing||12/28/2011|
|28.||A Kite For Aibhín||12/28/2011|
|29.||Requiem For The Croppies||12/28/2011|
|31.||Act Of Union||11/11/2010|
|33.||Death Of A Naturalist||12/28/2011|
I sat all morning in the college sick bay
Counting bells knelling classes to a close.
At two o'clock our neighbors drove me home.
In the porch I met my father crying--
He had always taken funerals in his stride--
And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow.
The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram
When I came in, and I was embarrassed
By old men standing up to shake my hand
And tell me they were 'sorry for my trouble,'
Whispers informed strangers I was the eldest,
Away at school, as my mother held my hand
In hers and coughed out angry ...
He would drink by himself
And raise a weathered thumb
Towards the high shelf,
Calling another rum
And blackcurrant, without
Having to raise his voice,
Or order a quick stout