St Kevin and the Blackbird
Flicking (or clicking) through ,
I happen upon . Which reminds me. In 1996,
Cycling round Ireland, I found myself in
Glendalough with a newly-minted copy
Of in my backpack.
I took out the book and, standing in sight of
, read Heaney's poem
Aloud. Just as my mouth formed the word
"Blackbird", , a bird
Landed at my feet and stayed there, perfectly still,
Until I'd finished reading.
Memory can be a deceptive thing,
But I remember it as a blackbird.
Comment number 1.
At 24th Mar 2009, pericope wrote:Anyone have a poem entitled "Ferrari" that does the same thing? "Tenner" would do even
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At 25th Mar 2009, John Wright wrote:Bravo, Will!
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At 25th Mar 2009, Mgnbar wrote:I quite like that, its a bit interesting. I hate reading aloud, still got fear left over from school!
Ive only got into poetry in the last couple of years, reading a book of paul muldoon's called the end of the poem at the moment, i like it, he is always taking the piss, but serious at the same time.
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