Thursday, September 13, 2007 7:25 AM
Goodness, my literature teacher was going through with us this wonderful poem with us this afternoon and I just have to share it with the world! This poem is written by Seamus Heaney. This poem just makes me want to cry!
Twice Shy
Her scarf a la Bardot,
In suede flats for the walk,
She came with me one evening
For air and friendly talk.
We crossed the quiet river,
Took the embankment walk.
Traffic holding its breath,
Sky a tense diaphragm:
Dusk hung like a backcloth
That shook where a swan swam,
Tremulous as a hawk
Hanging deadly, calm.
A vacuum of need
Collapsed each hunting heart
But tremulously we held
As hawk and prey apart,
Preserved classic decorum,
Deployed our talk with art.
Our Juvenilia
Had taught us both to wait,
Not to publish feeling
And regret it all too late -
Mushroom loves already
Had puffed and burst in hate.
So, chary and excited,
As a thrush linked on a hawk,
We thrilled to the March twilight
With nervous childish talk:
Still waters running deep
Along the embankment walk.
It is so sweet, isn't it? Makes me want to shed some tears. Especially, I had a long talk with my JC friends about something that has been deep down in my heart for the longest amount of time. What a timely poem to stir all those strange feelings again.
Sometimes, I wonder whether it was right to tell. Once bitten, twice shy. 'Our juvenilia / Had taughts us both to wait, / Not to publish feeling / And regret it all to late'
Sigh... The days just go on and on and on and on. It never stops. We are all growing old. Someday, we'll be old enough. I'll never forget though. I'll always hold to the faith that it will always be better, it will always be positive. I will always hold on to the lingering desire in my heart to have the perfect world.
Someday, we will be older... someday, we will think it is finally the time. That someday will come. Meanwhile, I will never lose the faith.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
