lovers on aran

 
The timeless waves, bright, sifting, broken glass,
Came dazzling around, into the rocks,
Came glinting, sifting from the Americas

To posess Aran. Or did Aran rush
to throw wide arms of rock around a tide
That yielded with an ebb, with a soft crash?

Did sea define the land or land the sea?
Each drew new meaning from the waves’ collision.
Sea broke on land to full identity.

 

Seamus Heaney

 

Now isn’t that a beautiful poem.  Even though it’s a bit different to the usual Fishing For Beautiful type post.  But if you like a poemish or quotish post every now and again, do let me know, and I’ll happily oblige.