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Seamus Heaney (1939 – 2013) All year the flax-dam festered in the heart Of the townland; green and heavy headed Flax had rotted there, weighted down by huge sods. Daily it sweltered in the punishing sun. Bubbles gargled delicately, bluebottles Wove a strong gauze of sound around the smell. And you walked among us and said nothing, with your public stare, and your private thoughts of getting home to Belfast whee you were nothing but a stranger. We have no prairies To slice a big sun at evening-- Everywhere the eye concedes to Encrouching horizon, Is wooed into the cyc