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.
Ok, Harris, wow! I love the way this captures the longing in a parent/child relationship and the way you were caught in it from both sides - with all its beauty and complication. Also, I got to feel like I was at your wedding for a minute!!
Gorgeous, haunting…..more more more please! (PS: THOSE BOOTS! I would have brought them to a cobbler and made him modify them for my funky ass toe) ♥️
I still have them, don’t you worry! 💜 PS- thank you! Such a great poem
But do you have the right pants for them?!? 😉 Yes-the poem is incredible. Of course
Ok, Harris, wow! I love the way this captures the longing in a parent/child relationship and the way you were caught in it from both sides - with all its beauty and complication. Also, I got to feel like I was at your wedding for a minute!!
Thank you, Keira! As always. xo
Dear Sneaking Around & Trying to Not Crash Into Stuff,
Love this memory, in all its klutzy loveliness.
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