Rite of Spring

Seamus HeaneySeamus Heaney

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So winter closed its fist
And got it stuck in the pump.
The plunger froze up a lumpIn its throat, ice founding itself
Upon iron. The handle
Paralysed at an angle.Then the twisting of wheat straw
into ropes, lapping them tight
Round stem and snout, then a lightThat sent the pump up in a flame
It cooled, we lifted her latch,
Her entrance was wet, and she came.
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Seamus Heaney
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Seamus Heaney

1939 - 2013/Male/IrishA poet, playwright, translator and lecturer, Heaney's work explores the local surroundings of Ireland and how to trust the modern world.

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