Joan and Gizmo13 minutes, 5 seconds ago
All along the dank, sunk, rock-floored lane
To the acropolis in Sparta, we couldn’t help
Tramping on burst shells and crunching down
The high-gloss horse-chestnuts. I thought of kelp
And foals’ hooves, bladderwort, dubbed leather
As I bent to gather them, a hint of ordure
Coming and going off their tainted pith…’
From ‘Conkers’ in Electric Light (2001).
Seamus Heaney
To the acropolis in Sparta, we couldn’t help
Tramping on burst shells and crunching down
The high-gloss horse-chestnuts. I thought of kelp
And foals’ hooves, bladderwort, dubbed leather
As I bent to gather them, a hint of ordure
Coming and going off their tainted pith…’
From ‘Conkers’ in Electric Light (2001).
Seamus Heaney
