POETS Day! Listening to Seamus Heaney

Ben Sears

Ben Sears is a writer and restaurant guy in Birmingham, Alabama. He lives quite happily across from a creek with his wife, two sons, and an obligatory dog. You can follow him on Twitter and read his blog, The Columbo Game.

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  1. John Puccio
    Ignored
    says:

    When all the others were away at Mass
    I was all hers as we peeled potatoes.
    They broke the silence, let fall one by one
    Like solder weeping off the soldering iron:
    Cold comforts set between us, things to share
    Gleaming in a bucket of clean water.
    And again let fall. Little pleasant splashes
    From each other’s work would bring us to our senses.

    So while the parish priest at her bedside
    Went hammer and tongs at the prayers for the dying
    And some were responding and some crying
    I remembered her head bent towards my head,
    Her breath in mine, our fluent dipping knives-
    Never closer the whole rest of our lives.

    I attempted to read this at my grandmother’s wake, unsuccessfully.Report

  2. Maribou
    Ignored
    says:

    I was blessed to hear him read once, and to have a few minutes to speak with him afterwards. I think of him rather more often than I would expect.Report

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