from Route 110
by Seamus Heaney

copyright © 2010 by Seamus Heaney


As one when the month is young sees a new moon
Fading into daytime, again it is her face
At the dormer window, her hurt still new.

My look behind me hurried as I unlock,
Switch on, rev up, pull out and drive away
In the car she’ll not have taken her eyes off,

The brakelights flicker-flushing at the corner
Like red lamps swung by RUC patrols
In the small hours on pre-Troubles roads

After dances, after our holdings on
And holdings back, the necking
And nay-saying age of impurity.