Friday, May 18, 2012

blood-shot water and floodtide in the heart

it was noble courtesy


There is no more beautiful way to spend your last Friday of school than with three of your dearest friends. The most beautiful of ways to spend your last Friday of the school year is to wear your high heels, pearls, and pretty dresses, create some mood lighting, and imbibe the words of Seamus Heaney, as you listen to him read his translation of Beowulf. (Nerd alert? Yes. Unashamed.)

the world's candle warmed them from the south


The words are so beautiful. I had never really cared about Beowulf. It was always just a poem I read in highschool. An Important Epic Poem that's Important to Know.


ran west with his lifeblood

And then you and a few bosom friends share something like Heaney's melodic voice and the powerful words of the epic, and it becomes something more. It becomes something more stern and sweet.

its depths have never been sounded by the sons of men
without further ado, he dived into the heaving depths


wrestled and wracked  him by raucous combat 


i have bartered my last breath


Anyone with gumption and a sharp mind will take the measure of two things: what's said and what's done.
Good-byes are so bittersweet. But Heaney is the perfect Godspeed to send friends on their separate ways.
a hurry of brightness chased away the shadow

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