{"id":398,"date":"2014-02-12T10:20:36","date_gmt":"2014-02-12T10:20:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=398"},"modified":"2014-08-29T10:22:26","modified_gmt":"2014-08-29T10:22:26","slug":"four-letters-long-the-biggest-words","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/four-letters-long-the-biggest-words\/","title":{"rendered":"Four Letters Long: The Biggest Words"},"content":{"rendered":"
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“Love was biggest word, the hardest to write”
\n– Seamus Heaney<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n


\"\"

The biggest words, four letters long: not in what they are:<\/span>
But rather what they represent that we must face:<\/span>
The emotion to adore another, we though writers cannot write:<\/span>
And though we know we are writers, we cannot take the title: poet.<\/span>
Another language for Heaney sufficed: our native tongue<\/span>
Registering his children in their new Wicklow school<\/span>
The schoolmaster knew best: the father between jobs<\/span>
Who would not call himself poet in English, found the tongue<\/span>
Of our forefathers used to call him such, and was content<\/span>
To state without speaking loud: to say with minds voice:<\/span>
That will do… the pen marked on the page<\/span>
“File” – a poet by any other name being as good.<\/span>

In time, and it took time, the poems flowed<\/span>
Love in its time, lines caressed, was addressed,<\/span>
But it took its time in coming: what a harvest<\/span>
Seeds sown, germinated, fruit picked, seeds sown again…<\/span>
Four more letters, so hard to write initially<\/span>
So hard for men to say what they do and are<\/span>
Though the subject of each – who they love and that they writing are a poet<\/span>
Is the essence of as humans, what they are.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

“Love was biggest word, the hardest to write” – Seamus Heaney The biggest words, four letters long: not in what they are:But rather what they represent that we must face:The emotion to adore another, we though writers cannot write:And though we know we are writers, we cannot take the title: …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[621],"tags":[362,148,67,622],"class_list":["post-398","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-inspirations-from-quotations","tag-love","tag-poems-on-love","tag-quotes","tag-seamus-heaney-quotes","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-6q","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3452,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/farewell-2012-bring-on-2013\/","url_meta":{"origin":398,"position":0},"title":"Farewell 2012 – Bring on 2013!!!","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"31st December 2012","format":false,"excerpt":"As we bid farewell to 2012, we look forward with renewed vigor to the coming year of 2013. 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