When the badger glimmered away
into another garden you stood, half-lit with whiskey, sensing you had disturbed some soft returning. The murdered dead, you thought. But could it not have been some violent shattered boy nosing out what got mislaid between the cradle and the explosion, evenings when windows stood open and the compost smoked down the backs? Visitations are taken for signs. At a second house I listened for duntings under the laurels and heard intimations whispered about being vaguely honoured. And to read even by carcasses the badgers have come back. One that grew notorious lay untouched by the roadside. Last bight one had me braking but more in fear than in honour. Cool from the sett and redolent of his runs under the night, the bogey of fern country broke cover in me for what he is: pig family and not at all what he's painted. How perilous is it to choose not to love the life we're shown? His sturdy dirty body and interloping grovel. The intelligence in his bone. The unquestionable houseboy's shoulders that could have been my own.
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7/2/2017 09:50:05 am
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nigga
23/5/2017 02:02:09 am
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Joel Grant
24/7/2017 01:28:21 am
This is one of my favorite Heaney poems, it is nice to see it reproduced in an unexpected corner of the net.
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J-dog
6/3/2018 07:27:22 am
nigga fuck u mean "This is one of my favorite Heaney poems, it is nice to see it reproduced in an unexpected corner of the net."
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