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AFTERNOON BY THE RIVER; FOR SEAMAS HEANEY, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: My mouth holds round / the soft dove sound / ocoee, ocoee, / like puffs discharged


My mouth holds round
The soft dove sound
Ocoee, Ocoee,
Like puffs discharged

From the valved stack
Of some afternoon
Machine silenced
By distance,

As under the dislodged
Mast of great beeches,
I prospect loam,
Celts, boatstones,

Bird arrows, gnome's
Mud face (where maypops
Still grow in spring)
Till I am sleeved in

Black mold that shelves
Suddenly down
To sulphate water
Under leached mountains

And doves call
Leagues away on
The branch I hold to,
Kneeling down.


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