by Seamus Heaney
"Medium," 14-carat nib,
Three gold bands in the clip-on screw-top,
In the mottled barrel a spatulate, thin
The nip uncapped,
Treating it to its first deep snorkel
In a newly opened ink-bottle,
Letting it rest then at an angle
Giving us time
To look together and away
From our parting, due that evening,
To my longhand
To them, next day.
Note: A recitation can be heard here.