keywords: Alan Roddick

  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Four poems for Seamus Heaney

    • Various
    • 10 December 2013
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    I was brought up to become a Scottish Protestant boy in exile from the country that was my father's homeland. You grew up to be at home in your history and tongue; my father banned your accent, set me to elocution, as if your speech was my speech-defect. Our history lay elsewhere, even as we were living it.

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