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A Irlanda Do Norte e A Poesia de Seamus Heaney
A Irlanda Do Norte e A Poesia de Seamus Heaney
A Irlanda Do Norte e A Poesia de Seamus Heaney
We have no prairies
To slice a big sun at the evening -
Everywhere the eye concedes to
Encroaching horizon,
1
“Bogland”, in Heaney, Seamus, Door Into the Dark, London: Faber & Faber, 1969. p. 41.
The Tollund Man 2
I
Some day I will go to Aarhus
To see his peat-brown head,
The mild pots of his eye-lids,
His pointed skin cap.
2
“The Tollund Man”, in Heaney, Seamus, Wintering Out, London: Faber & Faber, 1972, p. 36.
II
III
to store
the memories of love.
Little adulteress,
before they punished you
3
“Punishment”, in Heaney, Seamus, North, London: Faber & Faber, 1975, p. 37.
you were flaxen-haired
undernourished, and your
tar-black face was beautiful.
My poor scapegoat,
4
“The Strand at Lough Beg”, in Heaney, Seamus, Field Work, London: Faber & Faber, 1979, p. 17.
Across that strand of yours the cattle graze
Up to their bellies in an early mist
And how they turn their unbewildered gaze
To where we work our way through squeaking sedge
Drowning in dew. Like a dull blade with its edge
Honed bright, Lough Beg half shines under the haze.
I turn because the sweeping of your feet
Has stopped behind me, to find you on your knees
With blood and roadside muck in your hair and eyes,
Then kneel in front of you in brimming grass
And gather up cold handfuls of the dew
To wash you, cousin. I dab you clean with moss
Fine as the drizzle out of a low cloud.
I lift you under the arms and lay you flat.
With rushes that shoot green again, I plait
Green scapulars to wear over your shroud.
5
“From the Frontier of Writing”, in Heaney, Seamus, The Haw Lantern, London: Faber & Faber, 1987, p. 6. (Extract)