Seamus Heaney – The Disappearing Island

Posted on November 3, 2010

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Once we presumed to found ourselves for good

Between its blue hills and those sandless shores

Where we spent our desperate night in prayer and vigil.

 

Once we had gathered driftwood, made a hearth

And hung our cauldron like a firmament,

The island broke beneath us like a wave.

 

The land sustaining us seemed to hold firm

Only when we embraced it in extremis.

All I believe that happened there was vision.

 

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