Heaney Flashcards
Fat black
Handle grips
Boot cap
Hair
Slightly
Sweating
Cocked
Back
Of the boot
Of the law
In the
Potato field
Any other
Root crops?
Ticked
Ticked ticked
Ticking of
The hall clocks
Of mirror glass
And sun struck pendulums
Bit of
Weeding
I nearly said
I loved him
But
Rueful so
Grave
Weep
Frail and
Leafless
Everyman
In wheat
That does not rust
Brightens and
Tightens twist by twist
Throwaway
Love knot of straw
Already
Homesick
Like a snare…
Slipped .. yet burnished by its passage and still warm
Tongue
Tied
Somnambulant
Blushes slushes
Corn warm
Water
Honeyed
Her hands
Scuffled
Now she
Dusts the board
Plague
Of heat
Like a
Tinsmiths scoop
Each long
Afternoon
Tick
Of two clocks
Running
Speeding
A fleet
God
White
Flower
Splashed
With crimson
Wet
Track
Bared
And tense i am
Mooning
Around
Moonlit
Stones
Damned if
I look back