Искусствоед
Seamus Heaney
Poems 1965-1975
Death of a Naturalist (1966)
Gravities
High-riding kites appear to range quite freely,
Though reined by strings, strict and invisible
The pigeon that deserts you suddenly
Is heading home, instinctively faithful.
Gravity is the push and pull in life
Lovers with barrages of hot insult
Often cut of their nose to spite their face,
Endure a hopeless day, declare their guilt,
Re-enter the native port of their embrace.
Blinding in Paris, for his party-piece
Joyce named the shops along O'Connell Street
And on Iona Colmcill sought ease
By wearing Irish mould next to his feet.
Poems 1965-1975
Death of a Naturalist (1966)
Gravities
High-riding kites appear to range quite freely,
Though reined by strings, strict and invisible
The pigeon that deserts you suddenly
Is heading home, instinctively faithful.
Gravity is the push and pull in life
Lovers with barrages of hot insult
Often cut of their nose to spite their face,
Endure a hopeless day, declare their guilt,
Re-enter the native port of their embrace.
Blinding in Paris, for his party-piece
Joyce named the shops along O'Connell Street
And on Iona Colmcill sought ease
By wearing Irish mould next to his feet.