Organizing some of my favourite possessions, I found something that resonated with intensity. It was beautifully written. During this arrangement I also discovered old things, belongings, that took me back places.. places where it started, where it hatched, where it cooked and brewed. The development and growth of something called a person… that leads one into choices they make, people they fall in love with etc.
This thing was found in old papers, notes, lectures, assignments. Physics tells us that the amplitude is always more if the damping is low. Well damping in this case is quite low.
I am quoting poetry here for the first time. This one in its entirety…
“Valediction” by Seamus Heaney-1966
Lady with the frilled blouse
and simple tartan skirt,
Since you left the house
its emptiness has hurt
all thought. In your presence
time rode easy, anchored
on a smile, but absence
rocked love’s balance, unmoored
the days. They buck and bound
across the calender
pitched from the quiet sound
of your flower-tender
voice. Need breaks in my strand;
You’ve gone, I am at sea.
Until you resume command
Self is in mutiny.
