Poetry Friday
The atom lay unsplit, the west unwon,
The books stood open and the gates unbarred.
The maps dreamt on like moondust.
Nothing stirred.
The future was a verb in hibernation.
Seamus Heaney
The atom lay unsplit, the west unwon,
The books stood open and the gates unbarred.
The maps dreamt on like moondust.
Nothing stirred.
The future was a verb in hibernation.
Seamus Heaney