Funeral

I Dublin begravde de poeten Seamus Heany. U2, Shane McGowan och gamle Sinn Fein-ledaren Gerry Adams var där och hedrade landets store son. Kanske läste man Heanys Post Scriptum. Kanske inte. Ni kan i alla fall läsa den här:

And some time make the time to drive out west
Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore
In September or October, when the wind
And the light are working off each other
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
By the earthed lightning of a flock of swans
Their feathers roughed and ruffling, white on white
Their fully grown headstrong-looking heads
Tucked or cresting or busy underwater.
Useless to think you'll park and capture it 
More thoroughly. You are neither here nor there,
A hurry through which known and strange things pass
As big soft buffetings come at the car sideways
And catch the heart off guard and blow it open