sabato 31 agosto 2013

SEAMUS HEANEY, ABOUT WAR

 


'........
I coud risk blasphemy,
Consecrate the cauldron bog
Our holy ground and pray
Him to make germinate

The scattered,ambushed
Flesh of labourers,
Stockinged carpses
Land out in farmyards,

.........

(from 'The tollund man)