torsdag 30. januar 2014


And some time make the time to drive out west
Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore,
In September or October, when the wind
And the light are working off each other
So that the ocean on one side is wild
With foam and glitter, and inland among stones
The surface of a slate-gray lake is lit
By the earthed lightning of a flock of swans,
Their feathers roughed and ruffling, white on white,
Their fully grown headstrong-looking heads
Tucked or cresting or busy underwater.
Useless to think you'll park and capture it
More thoroughly. You are neither here nor there,
A hurry through which known and strange things pass
As big soft buffetings come at the car sideways
And catch the heart off guard and blow it open.

Seamus Heaney, 1996 (fra samlingen The Spirit Level)

1 kommentar:

  1. det var til meg, som en liten koketteri å lese en gang på den beste, dette diktet kvalitet, og de ​​første bildene som blir med mens du kan lytter til en irsk komponist ("john field" pianokonsert nummer tre; movment 2 .). alternerende lyse farger er forsiktig gitt ekko, stemmen poetisk hyllest. hyggelig var . bruno