.. I dipped to test the stream
some yards away
from a hot spring ..
And you would want to know (but you know already)
How usual that waft and pressure felt
When the inner palm of water found my palm.
Seamus Heaney
A postcard from Iceland
The Haw Lantern
The Noonday Press
Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1987©
Hello:
ReplyDeleteYour images, which stand so very well in their own right, work effectively here to give added tension to Seamus Heaney's poetry. Your blog is a source of great interest and fascination.
Thank you for the compliment to a highly simplified technique. That said, I think Heaney's imagery maximises, legitimately, the impression of the 2nd portrait, and I propose the first as laying a predicate of need in solitude. This first portrait is extracted from an interesting blog (I forget, whether on blogger or on tumblr or wordpress), East Village Boys, a diversified and stimulating site. The second is ubiquitously published, of brothers known as Clippinger. It's no compliment from me, but I think the full poem is devastatingly wonderful.
ReplyDeleteSaturday commute xxii is now seeing me dig through a box of books for said poem.
ReplyDeleteHey, too cool, Dink - but I'd guess you'd find it online if all else fails. Or I'll transcribe it and send it over. Or I'll read it aloud and send you an mp3. Or heaven forfend, I'll send it via US postal service ground, but then you'd be on our National Security Agency's watch list, and might not book the stateroom you're looking for, on the next sailing. Still, our Stasi's a happy Stasi, 3 Stooges and a 486 laptop between them.
ReplyDeleteThe "postcard from Paris" is really beautifull!
ReplyDelete(I am referring to Sebastien, the French EastVillageBoy)
Yes, Tassos, I agree completely. The entire postcard series with Sebastien Pipet was appealing, but I hope you'd agree that this is the relevant one for today's purposes. But you bring no quarrel with you today, and so I shall just have to let beauty bring concord for once. :)
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