I sat all morning in the college sick bay
Counting bells knelling classes to a close.
At two o""clock our neighbors drove me home.
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Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pin rest snug as a gun.
Under my window a clean rasping sound
When the spade sinks int......
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Late August given heavy rain and sun
For a full week the blackberries would ripen.
At first just one a glossy purple clot
Among oth......
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My father worked with a horse plough
His shoulders globed like a full sail strung
Between the shafts and the furrow.
The horse straine......
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All year the flax dam festered in the heart
Of the townland green and heavy headed
Flax had rotted there weighted down by huge sods.
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