Note: The picture above is where the debate ashes now lay, right next to manure.
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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:
someone needs to tell jed to give it up about the fire. he knows nothing of pyromania. that's right jed, trust me.
burning school stuff is amazing, once it's all over and done with. you just gotta be careful not to burn anything you might want later. did you at least learn there?
YES!!!! those papers are gone forever! muahaha :D
Becky! How come you haven't emailed me in a while!? I miss you :(
Because you have not e-mailed me, Betsy, I'll e.mail you right away! I'm sorry!
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