Kathleen O’Toole: A dimmer hope
First crack of crimson
in the January morning sky
engenders such an ache, not
only for the sun’s escape
from cloud block, but ours
from winter’s grip.
February 16, 2025 · 11 Comments
Seamus Heaney: Personal Helicon
As a child, they could not keep me from wells
And old pumps with buckets and windlasses.
I loved the dark drop, the trapped sky, the smells
Of waterweed, fungus and dank moss.
March 31, 2023 · 16 Comments
Seamus Heaney: Pangur Bán
Next thing an unwary mouse
Bares his flank: Pangur pounces.
Next thing lines that held and held
meaning back begin to yield.
February 25, 2020 · Leave a comment
Video: Seamus Heaney reading his poems at Lannan
. Seamus Heaney’s poetry bears witness to Ireland’s complex violent past and present, articulating the conflicts and mercies inherent in human experience. Heaney reads from a wide range of poems … Continue reading
September 23, 2018 · Leave a comment
