|(credit John Minihan)|
Seamus Heaney. One of my favorite living poets. I had the chance to listen to this Royal Society of Literature presentation the other day–if you like poetry, you might think of taking the time to listen for yourself. In the meantime, here is a selection from Heaney’s poem series named Squarings.
And yes, my friend, we too walked through a valley.
Once. In darkness. With all the streetlamps off.
As danger gathered and the march dispersed.
Scene from Dante, made more memorable
By one of his head-clearing similes–
Fireflies, say, since the policemen’s torches
Clustered and flicked and tempted us to trust
Their unpredictable, attractive light.
We were herded shades who had to cross
And did cross, in a panic, to the car
Parked as we’d left it, that gave when we got in
Like Charon’s boat under the faring poets.