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 lightening of 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 or 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

Poem by Seamus Heaney

More info about this poem here

With a bit of luck you can hear this poem read on BBC iPlayer for the next 7 days. The poem is right at the end of the program if you want to skip forward to it, or just sit back and enjoy all the poems.

11 thoughts on “Postscript

  1. Nogal koud hierdie week. Sal dink aan julle. Nou net met my ma gepraat in die Suid-Kaap. Hulle bid vir reën. Sy’t solank ‘n varswatertenkie laat opsit by die huis vir die ketels. Maar hy’s nog leeg.

  2. Wat van vanaand samuhr? Ek is bietjie los hotnot die naweek. Nee wat, wat af is moet weer opkom. Voel al baie beter. Groete daar.

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