Derry Derry Down by Seamus Heaney
i
The lush
Sunset blush
On a big ripe
Gooseberry:
I scratched my hand
Reaching in
To gather it
Off the bush,
Unforbidden,
In Annie Devlin's
Overgrown
Back garden.
ii
In the storybook
Back kitchen
Of The Lodge
The full of a white
Enamel bucket
Of little pears:
Still life
On the red tiles
Of that floor.
Sleeping beauty
I came on
By the scullion's door.
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