Seeing the bags of meal passed hand to hand / In close-up by the aid workers, and soldiers / Firing over the mob, I was braced again
With a grip on two sack corners, / Two packed wads of grain I’d worked to lugs / To give me purchase, ready for the heave
The eye-to-eye, one-two, one-two upswing / On to the trailer, then the stoop and drag and drain / Of the next lift. Nothing surpassed
That quick unburdeninbg, backbreak’s truest payback, / A letting go which will not come again. / Or it will, once. And for all.
by Seamus Heaney – Literature Nobel Prize 1995