Stranger Fruit

Friday Poem

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Widgeon

For Paul Muldoon

It had been badly shot.
While he was plucking it
he found, he says, the voice box -

like a flute stop
in the broken windpipe -

and blew upon it
unexpectedly
his own small widgeon cries.

Seamus Heaney

Comments

  1. #1 Richard Carter, FCD
    January 26, 2007

    The sign of a great poet: writing a poem about widgeons, and not making them rhyme with pigeons.

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