Welcome back to the Daily Poem here on the Close Reeds Podcast Network.

It is Seamus Heaney Week.

As I've mentioned a couple of times this week,

the anniversary of his death was August 30th,

and there's a new collection coming out called

Shemis Heaney 100 poems,

or Seamus Heaney, I guess, 100 poems. And

it's got a number of poems selected by his family to sort of represent each of the different

years of his career. So this week I'm reading four poems from this collection. And the one that I

want to read today is called Two Lurys.

There's a lot of,

there's a lot going on formally in this poem,

and so I'm going to go ahead and read it

and then comment on that a little bit.

I think it represents nicely.

The creativity,

I guess, is the simplest way of putting it,

of Seamus Heaney.

It goes like this,

two lorries it's raining on black coal and warm wet ashes there are tire marks in the yard agnew's old lorry has all its cribbed

down and agnew the coleman with hisast accent, sweet-talking my mother.

Would she ever go to a film in Magerafeltz?

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