For a different perspective, from Station Island.

from Drifting Off / by Seamus Heaney

The guttersnipe and the albatross
gliding for days without a single wingbeat
were equally beyond me.

For my sister and brother-in-law and niece’s home, from one Irish family to another, and from Station Island.

from Remembering Malibu / by Seamus Heaney

The Pacific at your door was wilder and colder
than my notion of the Pacific

and that was perfect

For medieval literature and Irish classics and lines that remind me of the wells and springs of the Kentucky mountains, from Sweeney Astray.

from Sweeney Astray: 40 / by Seamus Heaney

The springs I always liked
were the fountain at Dunmall
and the spring-well on Knocklayde
that tasted pure and cool.

PIA: from a May 17th.

For basalt eggs and swans’ feet, from North.

from The Grauballe Man / by Seamus Heaney

As if he had been poured
in tar, he lies
on a pillow of turf
and seems to weep

For basalt eggs and swans’ feet, from North.

from The Grauballe Man / by Seamus Heaney

As if he had been poured
in tar, he lies
on a pillow of turf
and seems to weep

For the day and the centennial of the poem’s title event, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Easter, 1916 / by William Butler Yeats

For St. Patrick’s Day and passing moments, from poetryfoundation.org.

from The Wild Swans at Coole / by William Butler Yeats (1865–1939)