Poetry

Yesterday

To help our bleaker parts
Salubrious hours are given,
Which if they do not fit for earth
Drill silently for heaven.

Poetry

Seamus Heaney

Postscript
And some time make the time to drive out west
Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore,
In September or October, when the wind
And the light are working off each other
So that the ocean on one side is wild
Wi

Poetry

in time of daffodils

in time of daffodils 
In time of daffodils (who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why, remember how
 
in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so (forgetting seem)
 
in time