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    Seamus Heaney - Man And Boy


    by poetictouch

    Seamus Heaney reads his poem Man And Boy - The South Bank Show - Presented by Melvyn Bragg - 27 October 1991

    Man And Boy
    by Seamus Heaney (1939-)


    "Catch the old one first,"
    (My father's joke was old, and heavy
    And predictable). "Then the young ones
    Will all follow, and Bob's your uncle."

    On slow bright river evenings, the sweet time
    Made him afraid we'd take too much for granted
    And our spirits must be lightly checked.

    Blessed be down-to-earth! Blessed be highs!
    Blessed be the detachment of dumb love
    In the broad-backed, low-set man
    Who feared debt all his life, but now and then
    Could make a splash like the salmon he said was
    "As big as a wee pork pig by the sound of it."


    In earshot of the pool where the salmon jumped
    Back through its own unheard concentric soundwaves
    A mower leans forever on his scythe.

    He has mown himself to the center of the field
    And stands in a final perfect ring
    Of sunlit stubble.

    "Go and tell your father," the mower says
    (He said it to my father who told me),
    "I have it mowed as clean as a new sixpence."

    My father is a barefoot boy with news,
    Running at eye-level with weeds and stooks
    On the afternoon of his own father's death.

    The open, black half of the half-door waits.
    I feel much heat and hurry in the air.
    I feel his legs and quick heels far away

    And strange as my own — when he will piggy back me
    At a great height, light-headed and thin-boned,
    Like a witless elder rescued from the fire.