Saturday, February 9, 2008

AN AUGUST NIGHT











Ako at Si Nanay
14" x 22"
pen and ink on paper






Sorting through some of my piles on a quiet Saturday evening, I unearthed a small book of poetry by a favorite Irish poet - Seamus Heaney, 1995 Nobel Prize for Literature. How time flies so fast that I have forgotten this tiny tome.

I thought I'd post a favorite poem from the book - short, crisp and beautiful - alongside a drawing I have that I dedicate to all mothers and infants I have known so far.


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An August Night

His hands were warm and small and knowleadgeable.
When I saw them again last night, they were two ferrets,
Playing all by themselves in a moonlit field.

by Seamus Heaney
from his book "Seeing Things", 1991

6 comments:

coldman said...

pag nagmahal ka na, mas masarap mag celebrate ng valentines! lol

bitter! bitter! Hahaha

palma tayona said...

ahem, i'll just smile. :-)

Nance said...

... short and sweet, that's how i see it.

failed misanthrope said...

Hi! A coincidence. I've been thinking of writing a post on the Madonna and Child theme.

I had a professor in UP who was chummy chummy with Seamus Heaney. His name is Martin Anderson, a visiting brit prof, and he and Seamus Heaney used to stay in a castle in Scotland (or was it Ireland?) together.

palma tayona said...

lucky him. :-)

i had a german professor back in college who used to shack up with another favorite famous figure of mine - eli wiesel. our old professors sure had been lucky to rub elbows with intellectual celebrities.

come to think of it, the only "celebrities" i got to rub elbows with are those jumping buffoons in Wowowee... sigh.

Andre said...

and his oblivion shattered me like a jar...