Great Regulars: "Now the oil-fired heating boiler comes

to life abruptly, drowsily, like the time collapse of a sawn-down tree. I imagine them in summer season, as it must have been. And the place it dawns on me could have been Grove Hill before the oaks were cut, where I would often stand with them on airy Sundays, shin-deep in hilltop bluebells, looking out at Magherafelt's four spires in the distance. Too late, alas, now for the apt quotation about a love that's proved by steady gazing, not at each other, but in the same direction."

from Jeffrey Brown: PBS Newshour: In 'Human Chain,' Nobel-Winning Poet Seamus Heaney Digs Into the Past

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