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Bogland by Seamus Heaney

This is a public story

for T. P. Flanagan
We have no prairies
To slice a big sun at evening--
Everywhere the eye concedes to
Encrouching horizon,
Is wooed into the cyclops' eye
Of a tarn. Our unfenced country
Is bog that keeps crusting
Between the sights of the sun.
They've taken the skeleton
Of the Great Irish Elk
Out of the peat, set it up
An astounding crate full of air.
Butter sunk under
More than a hundred years
Was recovered salty and ...
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Post from: James
Category: Arts and Entertainment
Tags: bogland, poet, seamus heaney
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Posted on Aug 30, 2013