Indulging my love of poetry by posting a poem a day, every day... to inspire, delight and enlighten!
Wednesday 15 May 2013
Day 299: Let's Go Fly a Kite
I was so lucky to hear Seamus Heaney read this poem once. And I can still hear his voice soaring through the lines.
A Kite for Michael and Christopher - Seamus Heaney
All through that Sunday afternoon
a kite flew above Sunday,
a tightened drumhead, an armful of blown chaff.
I'd seen it grey and slippy in the making,
I'd tapped it when it dried out white and stiff,
I'd tied the bows of newspaper
along its six-foot tail.
But now it was far up like a small black lark
and now it dragged as if the bellied string
were a wet rope hauled upon
to lift a shoal.
My friend says that the human soul
is about the weight of a snipe,
yet the soul at anchor there,
the string that sags and ascends,
weigh like a furrow assumed into the heavens.
Before the kite plunges down into the wood
and this line goes useless
take in your two hands, boys, and feel
the strumming, rooted, long-tailed pull of grief.
You were born fit for it.
Stand in here in front of me
and take the strain.
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Fascinating poem, I think the kite metaphor works really well, I liked the 'strumming, rooted, long-tailed pull of grief.'
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