It changed into first published in 1966 in his e book Death of Naturalist. It is a thought-provoking poem about disappointment and joy. Popularity of “Blackberry-Picking”: Seamus Heaney, a brilliant Irish poet and playwright, wrote ‘Blackberry-Picking’. That all the lovely canfuls smelt of rot.Įach 12 months I was hoping they’d keep, knew they would not. The fruit fermented, the sweet flesh would turn sour. We hoarded the clean berries within the byre.īut while the bathtub became filled we determined a fur,Ī rat-grey fungus, glutting on our cache.
With thorn pricks, our hands sticky as Bluebeard’s. With green ones, and on top large darkish blobs burned Until the tinkling bottom have been covered We trekked and picked till the cans have been full, Round hayfields, cornfields and potato-drills Where briars scratched and moist grass bleached our boots. Sent us out with milk cans, pea tins, jam-pots Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for Like thickened wine: summer season’s blood turned into in it You ate that first one and its flesh changed into sweet For a complete week, the blackberries might ripen.Īmong others, pink, inexperienced, tough as a knot.
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