via Adrian Rice ... funny how things conspire - I was recommending Heaneys New Selected Poems 1988-2013 (Faber & Faber, 2014) to my poetry class today, and was thinking of the lovely elegy below, for one of his very closest friends, big Davy Hammond (singer, musician, film-maker and many other good things), and then got home to find the attached video of Davys singing, in an email from home from my mate Ross ... aye. The Door Was open and the House Was Dark in memory of David Hammond by SEAMUS HEANEY The door was open and the house was dark Wherefore I called his name, although I knew The answer this time would be silence That kept me standing listening while it grew Backwards and down and out into the street Where as Id entered (I remember now) The streetlamps too were out. I felt, for the first time there and then, a stranger, Intruder almost, wanting to take flight Yet well aware that here there was no danger, Only withdrawal, a not unwelcoming Emptiness, as in a midnight hangar On an overgrown airfield in late summer.
Posted on: Sun, 16 Nov 2014 23:47:30 +0000
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