POSTSCRIPT

By Seamus Heaney ❤️❤️❤️❤️ I'm feeling the loss of Biz like my heart has been squeezed dry. But all of you who remain are a warm, wonderful refill. xo ❤️❤️❤️❤️
  1. And some time make the time to drive out west
  2. Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore,
  3. In September or October, when the wind
  4. And the light are working off each other
  5. So that the ocean on one side is wild
  6. With foam and glitter, and inland among stones
  7. The surface of a slate-grey lake is lit
  8. By the earthed lightning of a flock of swans,
  9. Their feathers roughed and ruffling, white on white,
  10. Their fully grown headstrong-looking heads
  11. Tucked or cresting or busy underwater.
  12. Useless to think you'll park and capture it
  13. More thoroughly. You are neither here nor there,
  14. A hurry through which known and strange things pass
  15. As big soft buffetings come at the car sideways
  16. And catch the heart off guard and blow it open.