If I could come on meteorite!
Instead, I walk through damp leaves,
Husks, the spent flukes of autumn.
Imagining a hero
On some muddy compound,
His gift like a slingstone
Whirled for the desperate.
How did I end up like this?
I often think of my friends'
Beautiful prismatic counselling
And the anvil brains of some who hate me
As I sit weighing
My responsible tristia.
For what? For the ear? For the people?
For what is said behind-backs?
Rain comes down through the alders,
Its low conducive voices
Mutter about let-downs and erosions
And yet each drop recalls
The diamond absolutes....
~ Seamus Heaney
(an excerpt from "Exposure" as quoted in his Nobel Lecture, 7 December 1995)
You hands down have one of the coolest looking blogs ever.
Posted by: JosiahQ at May 4, 2004 01:58 PMwell, josiah. coming from you, that's a major compliment. especially if you aren't joking. but even if you are, i'm honored. :)
Posted by: joy at May 4, 2004 02:18 PMI love Seamus Heaney's poetry. Are you a member of Zeugma? I noticed you had a link.
Posted by: apple at May 5, 2004 01:50 PMnope.
tried several times.
don't think i'm their type.