For Day 21, from Station Island.
from A Waking Dream / by Seamus Heaney
When I made the rush to throw salt
on her tail the long treadles of the air
took me in my stride so lofted
beyond exerted breath
For Day 21, from Station Island.
from A Waking Dream / by Seamus Heaney
When I made the rush to throw salt
on her tail the long treadles of the air
took me in my stride so lofted
beyond exerted breath
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