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stonepicnicking_okapiI posted a poem about a pen from Human Chain by Seamus Heaney during April's poetry month, and here is another that I liked a lot. The poem is called "A Herbal" and it is long, so I'll link to it here. And there is an analysis here.
My favourite part was the final 6 lines. This is how you stick a landing.
Where can it be found again,
An elsewhere world, beyond
Maps and atlases,
Where all is woven into
And of itself, like a nest
Of crosshatched grass blades?
My favourite part was the final 6 lines. This is how you stick a landing.
Where can it be found again,
An elsewhere world, beyond
Maps and atlases,
Where all is woven into
And of itself, like a nest
Of crosshatched grass blades?
