these are not my people I should never have come here

Sunday, March 21, 2010

poem

Postscript

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 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-grey lake is lit
By the earthed lightning of a flock of swans,
Their fully grown headstrong-looking heads
Tucked or cresting or busy under water.
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 bug soft buffetings come at the car sideways 
And catch the heart off guard and blow it open.

-Seamus Heaney

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