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    Seamus Heaney - The Blackbird Of Glanmore


    by poetictouch

    Seamus Heaney reads his poem The Blackbird Of Glanmore at Villanova University - Pennsylvania - 20 April 2010.

    The Blackbird Of Glanmore
    by Seamus Heaney (1939-)

    On the grass when I arrive,
    Filling the stillness with life,
    But ready to scare off
    At the very first wrong move,
    In the ivy when I leave,

    It's you, blackbird, I love.

    I park, pause, take heed.
    Breathe. Just breathe and sit
    And lines I once translated
    Come back: "I want away
    To the house of death, to my father

    Under the low clay roof."

    And I think of one gone to him,
    A little stillness dancer -
    Haunter-son, lost brother -
    Cavorting through the yard,
    So glad to see me home,

    My homesick first term over.

    And think of a neighbour's words
    Long after the accident;
    "Yon bird on the shed roof,
    Up on the ridge for weeks -
    I said nothing at the time

    But I never liked yon bird."

    The automatic lock
    Clunks shut, the blackbird's panic
    Is shortlived, for a second
    I've a bird's eye view of myself,
    A shadow on raked gravel

    In front of my house of life.

    Hedge-hop, I am absolute
    For you, your ready talkback,
    Your each stand-offish comeback,
    Your picky, nervy goldbeak -
    On the grass when I arrive,

    In the ivy when I leave.