Joan and Gizmo3 minutes, 36 seconds ago
All along the dank, sunk, rock-floored lane
To the acropolis in Sparta, we couldnβt help
Tramping on burst shells and crunching down
The high-gloss horse-chestnuts. I thought of kelp
And foalsβ hooves, bladderwort, dubbed leather
As I bent to gather them, a hint of ordure
Coming and going off their tainted pithβ¦β
From βConkersβ in Electric Light (2001).
Seamus Heaney
To the acropolis in Sparta, we couldnβt help
Tramping on burst shells and crunching down
The high-gloss horse-chestnuts. I thought of kelp
And foalsβ hooves, bladderwort, dubbed leather
As I bent to gather them, a hint of ordure
Coming and going off their tainted pithβ¦β
From βConkersβ in Electric Light (2001).
Seamus Heaney