Closing my eyes when I came but all I saw was your mouth, shining and rainwet. I want to drink from it.
(I want to consume your words; I would steal your breath and make it mine.)
Your violent heartbeat haunts me; all I feel is mine hurrying after.
You lifted the latch and the ice unlocked.
So winter closed its fist
And got it stuck in the pump.
The plunger froze up a lump
In 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 light
That sent the pump up in a flame
It cooled, we lifted her latch,
Her entrance was wet, and she came.
Seamus Heaney, Rite of Spring
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I love this piece.
Happy St Paddy's Day!
Ever your
Minx x