The union of these erudite & informed voices, engaging in their own 'digging' from their unique perspectives, sound out clearly, assuredly & powerfully in this enjoyable & revealing exchange. I anticipate the book with excitement, safe in the knowledge that Foster will have quarried thoroughly and forged out something of a 'memory harbour' of Heaney's own, from where the insight into the great man's life & work can set sail and enrich us all.
The following poem is dedicated to the memory of Seamus Heaney: Dorothy; pigtails and ruby slippers, she trims an emerald hedge with the Wizard's token clippers. Dorothy's farm and the perfect summer at its zenith; a welcome sublime; delightful birdsong with... a sporadic tinkle of wind-chime. Suddenly, the girl's clad with distress; points toward the yard and yells: "Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness!" By the barn door stands a young boy; ten and not much more. He says, ever so sweetly; almost in song: "Swisser Swatter! Swisser Swatter! Like the black between the stars; it doesn't matter!" Low and behold; it's Seamus Heaney; drowning little kittens in a bucket of water. He soon finds his temple in Dorothy's shade, her conscience hollow and eyes ablaze. She looks upon the fur afloat on the water, and says: "Little boy! Little boy! A poet should know better! And what's good for the goose is also good for the..." Oh, the horror! The horror! -Back From Oz by Conal Cochran
The following poem is dedicated to the memory of Seamus Heaney: Dorothy; pigtails and ruby slippers, she trims an emerald hedge with the Wizard's token clippers. Dorothy's farm and the perfect summer at its zenith; a welcome sublime; delightful birdsong with... a sporadic tinkle of wind-chime. Suddenly, the girl's clad with distress; points toward the yard and yells: "Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness!" By the barn door stands a young boy; ten and not much more. He says, ever so sweetly; almost in song: "Swisser Swatter! Swisser Swatter! Like the black between the stars; it doesn't matter!" Low and behold; it's Seamus Heaney; drowning little kittens in a bucket of water. He soon finds his temple in Dorothy's shade, her conscience hollow and eyes ablaze. She looks upon the fur afloat on the water, and says: "Little boy! Little boy! A poet should know better! And what's good for the goose is also good for the..." Oh, the horror! The horror! -Back From Oz by Conal Cochran
The union of these erudite & informed voices, engaging in their own 'digging' from their unique perspectives, sound out clearly, assuredly & powerfully in this enjoyable & revealing exchange. I anticipate the book with excitement, safe in the knowledge that Foster will have quarried thoroughly and forged out something of a 'memory harbour' of Heaney's own, from where the insight into the great man's life & work can set sail and enrich us all.
The following poem is dedicated to the memory of Seamus Heaney:
Dorothy; pigtails and ruby slippers,
she trims an emerald hedge
with the Wizard's token clippers.
Dorothy's farm
and the perfect summer at its zenith;
a welcome sublime;
delightful birdsong with...
a sporadic tinkle of wind-chime.
Suddenly, the girl's clad with distress;
points toward the yard and yells:
"Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness!"
By the barn door stands a young boy;
ten and not much more.
He says, ever so sweetly; almost in song:
"Swisser Swatter! Swisser Swatter!
Like the black between the stars; it doesn't matter!"
Low and behold; it's Seamus Heaney;
drowning little kittens in a bucket of water.
He soon finds his temple in Dorothy's shade,
her conscience hollow and eyes ablaze.
She looks upon the fur afloat on the water,
and says: "Little boy! Little boy! A poet should know better!
And what's good for the goose is also good for the..."
Oh, the horror! The horror!
-Back From Oz
by Conal Cochran
A lovely presentation. Thank you
A compelling and valuable presentation bringing light and life to the memory of Seamus Heaney.
The following poem is dedicated to the memory of Seamus Heaney:
Dorothy; pigtails and ruby slippers,
she trims an emerald hedge
with the Wizard's token clippers.
Dorothy's farm
and the perfect summer at its zenith;
a welcome sublime;
delightful birdsong with...
a sporadic tinkle of wind-chime.
Suddenly, the girl's clad with distress;
points toward the yard and yells:
"Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness!"
By the barn door stands a young boy;
ten and not much more.
He says, ever so sweetly; almost in song:
"Swisser Swatter! Swisser Swatter!
Like the black between the stars; it doesn't matter!"
Low and behold; it's Seamus Heaney;
drowning little kittens in a bucket of water.
He soon finds his temple in Dorothy's shade,
her conscience hollow and eyes ablaze.
She looks upon the fur afloat on the water,
and says: "Little boy! Little boy! A poet should know better!
And what's good for the goose is also good for the..."
Oh, the horror! The horror!
-Back From Oz
by Conal Cochran
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