Just Seamus

I don't think I've posted this before...it's been sitting in my notebook for a while. It was provoked by The Errand, a poem in Seamus Heaney's The Spirit Level.


On reading Heaney's "The Errand"

The first time he read the piece,

Big-bearded and paternal,

He saw the trinity of it:

The father with idea, bidding the son do,

And the son seeing the joke in it.

But the spirit, is it most easily

The level itself,

Is it a new tying of the tie,

Or is it more simply, less easily,

The light-filled smile between father and son?