ashes – Robin’s Nest

Grey Hairs

by Marina Tsvetaeva These are ashes of treasures:Of hurt and loss.These are ashes in face of whichGranite is dross.Dove, naked and brilliant,It has no mate.Solomon’s ashesOver vanity that’s great.Time’s menacing chalkmark,Not to be overthrownMeans God knocks at the door- Once the house has burned down!Not checked yet by refuse,Days’ and dreams’ conquerorLike a thunderbolt –Continue reading “Grey Hairs”

Two Lorries

by Seamus Heaney (1939-2013) It’s raining on black coal and warm, wet ashes There are tyre-marks in the yard, Agnew’s old lorry Has all its cribs down and Agnew the coalman With his Belfast accent’s sweet-talking my mother. Would she go to a film in Magherafelt? But it’s raining and he still has half hisContinue reading “Two Lorries”