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.
excerpt from "Postscript" by Seamus Heaney
[In honor of the recent passing of Seamus Heaney, a poet I closely studied in college, whose words still leave the same wake. A great friend passed this particular poem on to me, explaining that it was written about a place close to Kinvara, where I visited last summer.]
Seamus Heaney, 1939-2013
[photo - Kinvara, Ireland as seen from the top of Dunguaire Castle]
