Seamus Heaney- Postscript

• Into Country Clare, along the Flaggy Shore, In September or October.
• So that the ocean on one side is wild. With foam and glitter, and inland among stones, The surface of a slate grey lake is lit.
• Their feathers roughed and ruffling, white on white, Their fully grown headstrong looking heads.
• You are neither here not there.
• And catch the heart off guard and blow it open.