DPF / Heaney

For how could I forget Heaney on St. Patrick’s Day? This one’s a favorite from North.

from The Grauballe Man / by Seamus Heaney

As if he had been poured
in tar, he lies
on a pillow of turf
and seems to weep

the black river of himself.

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