Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Poetry Thursday

A while back the Greenish Lady turned me onto a very fine Irish poet by the name of Seamus Heaney. Everyone out in Blogland that reads In Otter Space knows my appreciation for the darling, smart and playful Lutra candensis (River otter). Enjoy this lovely poem by Mr. Heaney.

The Otter
Seamus Heaney

When you plunged
The light of Tuscany wavered
And swung through the pool
From top to bottom.

I loved your wet head and smashing crawl,
Your fine swimmer's back and shoulders
Surfacing and surfacing again
This year and every year since.

I sat dry-throated on the warm stones.
You were beyond me.
The mellowed clarities, the grape-deep air
Thinned and disappointed.

Thank God for the slow loadening,
When I hold you now
We are close and deep
As the atmosphere on water.

My two hands are plumbed water.
You are my palpable, lithe
Otter of memory
In the pool of the moment,

Turning to swim on your back,
Each silent, thigh-shaking kick
Re-tilting the light,
Heaving the cool at your neck.

And suddenly you're out,
Back again, intent as ever,
Heavy and frisky in your freshened pelt,
Printing the stones.


Endment said...

Thanks for sharing - I missed out on the poetry of Seamus Heaney until tonight.

bee said...

i love heaney. have you read his collection 'north'? i can send you some poems, if you'd like.
they're so precise.

GreenishLady said...

Lovely choice, Lisa. He has another poem in which he portrays his lady-wife as a skunk! - and it's a beautiful poem!

gkgirl said...

great choice...
i really need to check this guy out,
i keep hearing about him

Kara said...

I'm slow to comment - but this was a nice choice. I love all the participants in Poetry Thursday because I'm getting such a broad experience of poetry without having to do much. Thanks.