Tag Archives: W.B. Yeats

Making “Rejoice” Answer Back – Further Thoughts on Seamus Heaney

THE DOOR WAS OPEN AND THE HOUSE WAS DARK In Memory of David Hammond The door was open and the house was dark Wherefore I called his name, although I knew The answer this time would be silence That kept me standing listening while it grew Backwards and down and out into the street Where […]

Poems Humped and Strong – What Seamus Heaney Leaves Behind

Postscript And some time make the time to drive out west Into County Clare, along the Flaggy shore, In September or October, when the wind And the light are working off each other So that the ocean on one side is wild With foam and glitter, and inland among stones The surface of a slate-grey […]