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Poem of November
Limbo
Fishermen at Ballyshannon
Netted an infant last night
Along with the salmon.
An illegitimate spawning,
A small one thrown back
To the waters. But I'm sure
As she stood in the shallows
Ducking him tenderly
Till the frozen knobs of her wrists
Were dead as the gravel,
He was a minnow with hooks
Tearing her open.
She waded in under
The sign of the cross.
He was hauled in with the fish.
Now limbo will be
A cold glitter of souls
Through some far briny zone.
Even Christ's palms, unhealed,
Smart and cannot fish there.
-Seamus Heaney
Fishermen at Ballyshannon
Netted an infant last night
Along with the salmon.
An illegitimate spawning,
A small one thrown back
To the waters. But I'm sure
As she stood in the shallows
Ducking him tenderly
Till the frozen knobs of her wrists
Were dead as the gravel,
He was a minnow with hooks
Tearing her open.
She waded in under
The sign of the cross.
He was hauled in with the fish.
Now limbo will be
A cold glitter of souls
Through some far briny zone.
Even Christ's palms, unhealed,
Smart and cannot fish there.
-Seamus Heaney
Awesome Word of November
Agglomeration- [uh-glom-uh-RAY-shuhn]: A jumbled cluster or mass of usually varied elements.
4 comments:
HEY! 8D
Just to let you all know Ben stole the biggest flask! Becky we need to rise up against Ben!
Yeah! But one flaw in your plan. Once we rise up against Ben, who will get the flask after that?
not if i have a bigger flask than you guys ill drink more forever you will never take it away!
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