If you are fascinated by bodies found in peat bogs--yeah, all those leathery, red-haired sacks o' skin that were once living beings just like us--then you will love Archaeology Magazine's blog entry, "The Poet and the Bog Body" by Heather Pringle.
The subject is poet and Nobel laureate Seamus Heaney, who grew up on a farm in Northern Ireland, where he and everyone else dug up and cut peat for heating fuel. Pringle closes the blog with one of Heaney's poems, which begins:
As if he had been pouredin tar, he lies
on a pillow of turf
and seems to weep
the black river of himself.
Click on the link above to read more; it's well worth it. The Nobel committee described his poems as "works of lyrical beauty and ethical depth, which exalt everyday miracles and the living past.".
Heaney's own website has more information, photos, and even some of his poems--including one called "Bogland."
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