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Workshopping Seamus
(To be read in Heaney’s ‘reading voice’.)
My chisel’s cold appraisal
Blunt as an English Master’s stare
Probes the poem for its pith.
Non sequiturs stacked neatly
Drying in a metaphoric sun
Supported by a splay of beams.
Redundancy is everywhere
Making the poet poorer than Midas
Who dare not spend a penny
Lest the golden flow shoul...
Tuesday 22nd October 2013 10:34 am
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