Two Poems
Seamus Heaney, 25 October 1979
“... his head out of a roadside cabin still following, and followed. Near Anahorish: a Visitation For Louis Simpson I I stood between them, the one with his scanning intelligence and fencer’s containment, his speech like a bowstring, and another, unshorn and bewildered in the tubs of his wellingtons, smiling at me for help, faced with this stranger I’d ... ”