betwixt this and the next

Seamus Heaney RIP

Gone is the rub of the green

the lustre of spring

the duty of winter

and the sunset of autumn's deep, sad sky.

Forever golden, ink-ripe and ready,

the silence a well incarnate and blessed in stone.

The buried body and risen soul

braced betwixt this and the next home.

Reviews

[bobc]

J...very nice poem/tribute. Sad to have heard of Heaney's passing. ...bobc