Heaney admires the survival instinct of a herb that, for all its lowly appearance, graced the family’s Sunday lunch table. As an adjunct he points out the danger of radicalizing groups who see themselves as marginalised. Mint might not be anything to look at (like a clump of small dusty nettles) just an invasive plant Growing wild at the gable of the house established at the frontier between garden and rubbish heap: Beyond where we dumped our refuse and old bottles; a plant of unattractive coloration (Unverdant ever), and whilst not beneath contempt, yet insignificant to the eye: almost beneath notice. But Heaney insists upon fair assessment of mint’s promise / And newness whatever its lowly presence in the back […]