DPF / Heaney

For the rain in Texas, which sometimes falls too little and sometimes falls so much too much, from The Spirit Level.

from The Rain Stick / by Seamus Heaney

Upend the rain stick and what happens next
Is a music that you never would have known
To listen for.


DPF / Heaney

For fathers and paper boats, from The Spirit Level.

from The Flight Path / by Seamus Heaney

A dove rose in my breast
Every time my father’s hands came clean
With a paper boat between them, ark in air,
The lines of it as taut as a pegged tent

DPF / Heaney

For my friends at St. Brigid Press, and for a pretty, signed, Faber and Faber Limited first-edition of The Spirit Level, from a time when I could afford such things.

from A Brigid’s Girdle / by Seamus Heaney

Now it’s St. Brigid’s Day and the first snowdrop
in County Wicklow, and this is a Brigid’s Girdle
I’m plaiting for you, an airy fairy hoop
(Like one of those old crinolines they’d trindle),

Twisted straw that’s lifted in a circle
To handsel and to heal, a rite of spring
As strange and lightsome and traditional
As the motions you go through going through the thing.