“Song”
by Seamus Heaney
A rowan like a lipsticked girl.
Between the by-road and the main road
Alder trees at a wet and dripping distance
Stand off among the rushes.
There are the mud-flowers of dialect
And the immortelles of perfect pitch
And that moment when the bird sings very close
To the music of what happens.
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Wow! Love me some Seamus Heaney. Thanks for this glimpse of profound beauty!
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Catherine, lovely images! I like the personification of the flowers singing. I love that last line “to the music of what happens.” It’s true for me because I always listen for the music of nature. Thank you, I have never heard of Seamus Heaney before.
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Seamus Heany is new to me, Catherine so i went hunting around. Found some nice spots. Looked for photos to see the ones I did not know. The idea of the glory of trees singing to us now…..wearing lipstick (did not know what a rowan was), golden dresses(immortelles) and the lavender (?) among the mud….all vibrant reminders that we can be in nature and the beauty of it all can fill us with song. If you’d like me to post a couple of links I liked, I’d be happy to. I watched a video of him reading St. Kevin and the Blackbirds. Thanks for the introduction and glad I had time today to follow some poetry trails.PS i love reading Mave Binchy and have fabulous memories of the one trip I took to Ireland.
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Lovely! Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
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The opening line is such a wonderful simile that lets me settle into the beauty of the poem’s descriptions.
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I always enjoy Seamus Heaney. Thank you for sharing this one!
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Thanks for sharing this. The natural beauty and names from a different place.
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Oh Seumas, how I love thee…
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This one begs for reading and re-reading.
“…the music of what happens.” I need to remember to sing close as well.
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S W O O N ~
that is all.
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Beautiful!
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Appreciations, Catherine, for song, for beauty, for sharing Seamus H. And I had to look up immortelle ~ known on our Sicily side of the fam. as Italian Strawflower. Poets totally know which words to call. xo
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