September 16th - 22nd 2013
Maud Cotter Neither Here nor There
Seamus Heaney Postscript
by Seamus Heaney
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-grey 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.
Opened Ground, Selected Poems 1966 - 1996
Copyright © 1998 by Seamus Heaney. By kind permission of Faber & Faber And in the USA, used by permission of Farrar, Straus and Giroux, LLC. All rights reserved.