Indulge me, for I can't stop thinking about this poem. It's an excerpt from The Cure at Troy, by Seamus Heaney:
Human beings suffer,
they torture one another,
they get hurt and get hard.
No poem or play or song
can fully right a wrong
inflicted or endured.
The innocent in gaols
beat on their bars together.
A hunger-striker's father
stands in the graveyard dumb.
The police widow in veils
faints at the funeral home.
History says, Don't hope
on this side of the grave.
But then, once in a lifetime
the longed for tidal wave
of justice can rise up,
and hope and history rhyme.
So hope for a great sea-change
on the far side of revenge.
Believe that a further shore
is reachable from here.
Believe in miracles
and cures and healing wells.
And here's Bruce!
That was cathartic. We'll soon be back to blogging about the brain.
Comments (1)
Last night was full of tension, relief, and then happiness. Today was just happy...
Posted by: Rachael | November 5, 2008 5:04 PM