One of my favourite poems by Seamus Heaney is this one from his 1991 collection Seeing Things. This poem is the eighth in the first section (Lightenings) of Part 2 (Squarings). viii The annals say: when the monks of Clonmacnoise Were all at prayers inside the oratory A ship appeared above them in the …
I found my way to this poem via Malcolm Lowry who used a line from it for the title of his book: Dark as the grave wherein my friend is laid. The verse that contains that line includes this most remarkably dark image: Henceforth, ye gentle trees, for ever fade; Or your sad branches thicker …

