Late August, given heavy rain and sun …
Seamus Heaney
I …
She taught me what her uncle once taught her: …
All year the flax-dam festered in the heart …
Between my finger and my thumb …
My father worked with a horse-plough, …
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I sat all morning in the college sick bay …
I returned to a long strand, …
1. The Ministry of Fear …
As if he had been poured …