Seamus Heaney
1939-2013
There is a picture of him,
Imago mundi.
At the kitchen table,
Planed oak and words,
Pen-poised:
Enveloped by cabinets of
condiments,
And of curiosities.
There is the spirit of him,
Stupor mundi.
Touching the horizon,
Planed oak and words,
Pen-poised:
Charcoal-rubbed visions of
ancient lore,
And of now.
There is the wake of him,
Sic transit Gloria mundi.
Through the forest of grief,
Planed oak and words,
Pen-poised:
The pigment heart drained,
Deep in the northern grit.
©R.Derham 2013
©R.Derham 2013
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