Blackberry-Picking By Seamus Heaney

Blackberry-Picking

Late August, 
given heavy rain and sun
For a full week,
the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot Among others, red, green,
hard as a knot.
You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet Like thickened wine: summer’s blood was in it Leaving stains…

~ Seamus Heaney

Blackberry-Picking By Seamus Heaney