Valediction Lady with the frilled blouse And simple tartan skirt, Since you have left the house Its emptiness has hurt All thought. In your presence Time rode easy, anchored On a smile; but absence Rocked love’s balance, unmoored The days. They buck and bound Across the calendar Pitched from the quiet sound Of your flower-tender Voice. Need breaks on my strand; You’ve gone, I am at sea. Until you resume command Self is in mutiny. - Seamus Heaney No longer with us. ‘Noli timere’ – in Latin, "don’t be afraid." His last words. To his wife. Ah me.
Posted on: Tue, 03 Sep 2013 01:45:09 +0000
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