No Sanctuary by Seamus Heaney

No Sanctuary

It’s Hallowe’en. The turnip-man’s lopped head

Blazes at us through split bottle glass
And fumes and swims up like a wrecker’s lantern.
Death mask of harvest, mocker at All Souls
With scorching smells, red dog’s eyes in the night-
We ring and stare into unhallowed light.
From North, 1975
Many many moons ago, I sang a version of this with my school choir for the Feis Ceoil. I’ve only just now tracked down the original, so am sharing it here in case I foget it again!!!

POETRY

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