i.m. Seamus Heaney 1939 - 2013
The
Blackbird is no more
In
sweet Glanmore
And
yet still
The
songs he sang
Sing
on and echo
Rebounding
and redoubling
Far
beyond the Wicklow Hills
Mossbawn
to Moscow
Navan,
Nullarbor
In
Athens, Ashford and Athy
The
song is heard
Trilling,
growing, soaring.
Listen.
Martin Swords
Wicklow Writers
September 2013
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