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But wind comes up from the shore: They shake when the winds roar, Old bones upon the mountain shake The words of WB Yeats that Edna O’Brien, who was buried today, requested on her headstone.

Noli timere Don't be afraid. Remembering Seamus Heaney who died on this day in 2013.

And some time make the time to drive out west Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore, In September or October, when the wind And the light are working off each other So that the ocean on one side is wild With foam and glitter

The war put all men mad, horned, horsed, or roof-posted, the boasting and the bested.

Believe that a farther shore Is reachable from here. Believe in miracles And cures and healing wells.

who would connive in civilized outrage at sectarian killing and sacrifice, yet understand the exact and tribal, intimate revenge.

And some time make the time to drive out west Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore, In September or October, when the wind And the light are working off each other So that the ocean on one side is wild

And catch the heart off guard and blow it open.

Northern reticence, the tight gag of place And times: yes, yes. Of the "wee six" I sing Where to be saved you only must save face And whatever you say, you say nothing.

Masons, when they start upon a building, Are careful to test out the scaffolding; Make sure that planks won’t slip at busy points, Secure all ladders, tighten bolted joints… Never fear. We may let the scaffolds fall Confident that we have built our wall.

In drifts of sleep I came upon you Buried to your waist in snow. You reached your arms out: I came to Like water in a dream of thaw.

Unfazed by light, to make a new beginning: And make a go of it, alive and sinning, Ourselves again, free-willed again, not bad.

When human beings found out about death They sent the dog to Chukwu with a message: They wanted to be let back to the house of life. They didn’t want to end up lost forever Like burnt wood disappearing into smoke Instead they saw their souls in a flock at twilight

But still he was glad, I know, when I stood my ground, Putting it up to him With a smile that trumped his smile and his fool’s errand, Waiting for the next move in the game.

A four foot box, a foot for every year.