My 'place of clear water,' <br />the first hill in the world <br />where springs washed into <br />the shiny grass <br /> <br />and darkened cobbles <br />in the bed of the lane. <br />Anahorish, soft gradient <br />of consonant, vowel-meadow, <br /> <br />after-image of lamps <br />swung through the yards <br />on winter evenings. <br />With pails and barrows <br /> <br />those mound-dwellers <br />go waist-deep in mist <br />to break the light ice <br />at wells and dunghills.<br /><br />Seamus Heaney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anahorish/
