I’m a kettle, I’m a kettle
you can call me black
I’m a kettle, I’m a kettle but I will fight back
I’m boiling with anger, hot fumes rising from my spout
so be afraid pot!
Watch out! Watch your mouth
or you will shatter –
Kettle lives matter
I’m a kettle, I’m a kettle
you can call me black
I’m a kettle, I’m a kettle but I will fight back
I’m boiling with anger, hot fumes rising from my spout
so be afraid pot!
Watch out! Watch your mouth
or you will shatter –
Kettle lives matter
Seamus Heaney (1939-2013) was a giant of Northern Irish poetry. He translated Beowulf into lively, modern language. Heaney was an immensely popular ambassador of poetry. I have read a poem about strange fruits by Heaney before, and today I read again a detailed fruity allegory of our life: Blackberry Picking Late August, given heavy rain and sun ...
Today Paul Muldoon (19 ). Seamus Heaney has called him one of the greatest poets. I read a poem called Anseo. It's the Irish way to say 'present, sir, yes, sir': Anseo When the Master was calling the roll At the primary school in Collegelands, You were meant to call back Anseo And raise your ...
We travel to Northern Ireland. Derek Mahan (b. 1941)'s poetry has been compared to Louis MacNeice and W.D. Auden. Some critics have called it 'too controlled'. I found this poem worth reading, with an attribution to yet another famous Irish poet: Lives (for Seamus Heaney) First time out I was a torc of gold And ...
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