For this week's #PoetrySummer poem, I'm not actually doing an entire poem. Sue me. I figure since Dan Wells never reads this blog I can pretty much do whatever I want with his little "memorize a poem each week this summer" thing.
Did you read last week's poem? You should. It's one of my favorites and I've always wanted to memorize it. I was grateful for the excuse.
This week I'm going with another work by the Irish poet Seamus Heaney (he wrote last week's poem). I'm only taking a single stanza of it, though, for many reasons that essentially boil down to: this is going to be a busy week and I don't have time.
This poem was written by Heaney about the death of his younger brother, who was killed in an accident.
from Mid-Term Break
Wearing a poppy bruise on the left temple,
He lay in the four foot box as in a cot.
No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear.
A four foot box, a foot for every year.
Next week I'll try to pick something less depressing. Guess I'm just in a weird mood lately.
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