Seamus Heaney reads section XXXI of his sequence of poems titled Squarings - The South Bank Show - Presented by Melvyn Bragg - 27 October 1991
by Seamus Heaney (1939-)
Not an avenue and not a bower.
For a quarter mile or so, where the country road
Is running straight across North Antrim bog,
Tall old fir trees line it on both sides.
Scotch firs, that is. Calligraphic shocks
Bushed and tufted in prevailing winds.
You drive into a meaning made of trees.
Or not exactly trees. It is a sense
Of running through and under without let,
Of glimpse and dapple. A life all trace and skim
The car has vanished out of. A fanned nape
Sensitive to the millionth of a flicker.