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I mouthed at my half composed face / in the shaving mirror, like somebody / drunk in the bathroom during a party, / lulled and repelled by his own reflection. / As if the cairnstone could defy the cairn. / As if the eddy could reform the pool. / As if a stone swirled under a cascade, / eroded and eroding in its bed, / could grind itself down into a different core.

- Sequence IX.

Seamus Heaney’s artful book of changes.
4.5!!