"Useless to think you'll park and capture it More thoroughly. You are neither here nor there, A hurry through which known and strange things pass As … - Seamus Heaney

Is there life before death? That’s chalked up

In Ballymurphy. Competence with pain,

Coherent miseries, a bite and a sup,

We hug our little destiny again.

"A landscape fossilized,
It's stone-wall patternings
Repeated before our eyes
In the stone walls of Mayo.
Before I turned to go

He talked about persistence,
A congruence of lives,
How, stubbed and cleared of stones,
His home accrued growth rings
Of iron, flint and bronze
- "Belderg

"And here is love
like a tinsmith's scoop
sunk past its glean
in the meal-bin. — "Sunlight