Tuesday, October 13, 2026

1222. Lines To Myself - Seamus Heaney


In poetry I wish you would

Avoid the lilting platitude.

Give us poems humped and strong,

Laced tight with thongs of song,

Poems that explode in silence

Without forcing, without violence,

Whose music is sharp and clear and good

Like a saw zooming in seasoned wood.

You should attempt concrete expression,

Half guessing, half expression.

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