Whatever You Say Say Nothing audiofile (6:06).
Today I felt like reading a Heaney poem. The text of Whatever You Say Say Nothing. It's a powerful poem and requires no explanation from me.
His Lowered Head
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His Lowered Head What do I remember of springbesides the roar of the red
Masseysowing barley beyond the fenceand milk tasting slightly grassywith
the Holst...
1 day ago
2 comments:
Occasionally, I forget how good a poet Heaney is. Thanks for the jog; ya done him justice.
You're welcome.
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