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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.
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Sent us out with milk cans, pea tins, jam-pots
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Round hayfields, cornfields and potato-drills
We trekked and picked until the cans were full,
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With green ones, and on top big dark blobs burned
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With thorn pricks, our palms sticky as Bluebeard's.
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But when the bath was filled we found a fur,
A rat-grey fungus, glutting on our cache.
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The fruit fermented, the sweet flesh would turn sour.
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Each year I hoped they'd keep, knew they would not.
This poem is written by a poet named Seamus Heaney. 
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Seamus is an Irish poet and was born on the 13th of April 1939. He then died on the 30th of August 2013.
Seamus was born and raised in Derry and moved to Dublin.
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