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Mossbawn: Two Poems in Dedication
1.
Sunlight

There was a sunlit absence.

The helmeted pump in the yard
heated its iron,
water honeyed

in the slung bucket
and the sun stood
like a griddle cooling
against the wall

of each long afternoon.

So, her hands scuffled
over the bakeboard,
the reddening stove

sent its plaque of heat
against her where she stood
in a floury apron
by the window.


Now she dusts the board
with a goose's wing,
now sits, broad-lapped,
with whitened nails

and measling shins:
here is a space
again, the scone rising
to the tick of two clocks.


And here is love
like a tinsmith's scoop
sunk past its gleam
in the meal-bin.


2.
The Seed Cutters

They seem hundreds of years away.
Brueghel,
You'll know them if I can get them true.

They kneel under the hedge in a half-circle
Behind a windbreak wind is breaking through.

They are the seed cutters.
The tuck and frill
Of leaf-sprout is on the seed potates
Buried under that straw.
With time to kill,
They are taking their time.
Each sharp knife goes
Lazily halving each root that falls apart
In the palm of the hand: a milky gleam,
And, at the centre, a dark watermark.

Oh, calendar customs! Under the broom
Yellowing over them, compose the frieze
With all of us there, our anonymities.
Written by: Seamus Heaney

Book: Shattered Sighs