National Poetry Month

[sunstealer]

The Poplar  Seamus Heaney

Wind shakes the big poplar, quicksilvering
The whole tree in a single sweep.
What bright scale fell and left this needle quivering?
What loaded balances have come to grief?

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I might have posted this one before, though I think the last Heaney I posted was St. Kevin and the Blackbird.

Comments

[dietrich]

Oh gods, I love this one. How does the man pack so much into a quatrain??