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Skribent: Simon
Emne: Re: Mellemrummet
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Her et par extra, til det andet ben – ligevægt må der være, så øjnene ikke halter:
’Had I not been awake’
Had I not been awake I would have missed it,
A wind that rose and whirled until the roof
Pattered with quick leaves off the sycamore
And got me up, the hole of me a-patter,
Alive and ticking like an electric fence:
Had I not been awake I would have missed it,
It came and went so unexpectedly
And almost it seemed dangerously,
Returning like an animal to the house,
A courier blast that there and then
Lapsed ordinary, But not ever
After. And not now.
*
Human Chain
for Terence Brown
Seeing the bags af meal passed hand to hand
In close-up by the aids workers, and soldiers
Firing over the mob, I was braced again
With a grip of two sack corners,
Two packed wads of grain I’d worked to lugs
To give me purchase, ready for the heave –
The eye-to-eye, one-two, one-two upswing
On to the trailer, then to stoop and drag and drain
Of the next lift. Nothing surpassed
That quick unburdening, backbreak’s truest payback,
A letting go which will not come again.
Or it will, once. And for all.
- Seamus Heaney.
mvh
Simon
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