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 Twice Shy by Seamus Heaney 
						Her scarf a la Bardot, In suede flats for the walk,
 She came with me one evening
 For air and friendly talk.
 We crossed the quiet river,
 Took the embankment walk.
 
 Traffic holding its breath,
 Sky a tense diaphragm:
 Dusk hung like a backcloth
 That shook where a swan swam,
 Tremulous as a hawk
 Hanging deadly, calm.
 
 A vacuum of need
 Collapsed each hunting heart
 But tremulously we held
 As hawk and prey apart,
 Preserved classic decorum,
 Deployed our talk with art.
 
 Our Juvenilia
 Had taught us both to wait,
 Not to publish feeling
 And regret it all too late -
 Mushroom loves already
 Had puffed and burst in hate.
 
 So, chary and excited,
 As a thrush linked on a hawk,
 We thrilled to the March twilight
 With nervous childish talk:
 Still waters running deep
 Along the embankment walk.
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