Seeing Things in Seamus Heaney

i. The tattered artificer had his way would build a honey comb shrine with words like bees becoming light spectral casting on the cave wall. ii. My brother sat versus Seamus Heaney on a plane to Ireland My son and I saw him on the lecture stage at Harvard We tracked and traced him But never met him at The Field. Had pints anyway you take what you can Along the way. iii. Seamus cadged a stone from my ear and it in his palm displayed He dropped the ink in the water boys and poked you with a poem you know the stuff jumped off the page. iv. There was "this woman who sat for years in a wheelchair, looking straight ahead" and it evinced a neighbor walking to worship o'er. Betty in rouge She'd trudged gingerly to Saturday 4oclock mass old brown coat forwardly she was leaning toward praying. vi. There was 'Blessed be down to earth! Blessed be highs!" that popped my pa again into my poor boy's cra...