Docker
de Seamus Heaney(2009)
1 min lectură
Mediu
There, in the corner, staring at his drink.
The cap juts like a gantry\'s crossbeam,
Cowling plated forehead and sledgehead jaw.
Speech is clamped in the lips\' vice.
That fist would drop a hammer on a Catholic-
Oh yes, that kind of thing could start again;
The only Roman collar he tolerates
Smiles all round his sleek pint of porter.
Mosaic imperatives bang home like rivets;
God is a foreman with certain definite views
Who orders life in shifts of work and leisure.
A factory horn will blare the Resurrection.
He sits, strong and blunt as a Celtic cross,
Clearly used to silence and an armchair:
Tonight the wife and children will be quiet
At slammed door and smoker\'s cough in the hall.
Despre aceasta lucrare
- Autor
- Seamus Heaney
- Tip
- Poezie
- An
- 2009
- Cuvinte
- 123
- Citire
- 1 min
- Versuri
- 16
- Actualizat
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Seamus Heaney. “Docker.” Clasici, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/clasici/seamus-heaney/poezie/dockerIntrebari frecvente
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