Mid-Term Break by Seamus Heaney
Posted by meredith kempthorne on Sunday, September 1, 2013
Under: Poetry
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via The Telegraph : August 30th, 2013
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 tearless sighs.
At ten o'clock the ambulance arrived
With the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses.
Next morning I went up into the room. Snowdrops
And candles soothed the bedside; I saw him
For the first time in six weeks. Paler now,
Wearing a poppy bruise on his left temple,
He lay in the four foot box as in his cot.
No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear.
A four foot box, a foot for every year.
Seamus
Heaney (1939 - 2013) remembered :
http://www.theguardian.com/books/2013/sep/01/seamus-heaney-roy-foster-appreciationhttp://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/books/booknews/10276092/Seamus-Heaney-his-10-best-poems.html
Seamus Heaney - The Nobel Prize in
Literature 1995 :
The Nobel Prize in Literature 1995
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