After “L’Aquilone” by Giovanni Pascoli (1855-1912) (by Seamus Heaney)
After “L’Aquilone” by Giovanni Pascoli (1855-1912) (by Seamus Heaney)
Original Text
Seamus Heaney, Human Chain (New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2010).
This
poem is reproduced on the Griffin Prize Web Site (from a volume on the 2011 International Shortlist).
1Air from another life and time and place,
2Pale blue heavenly air is supporting
3A white wing beating high against the breeze,
4And yes, it is a kite! As when one afternoon
5All of us trooped out
6Among the briar hedges and stripped thorn,
7I take my stand again, halt opposite
8Anahorish Hill to scan the blue,
9Back in that field to launch our long-tailed comet.
10And now it hovers, tugs, veers, dives askew,
11Lifts itself, goes with the wind until
12It rises to loud cheers from us below.
13Rises, and my hand is like a spindle
14Unspooling, the kite a thin-stemmed flower
15Climbing and carrying, carrying farther, higher
16The longing in the breast and planted feet
17And gazing face and heart of the kite flier
18Until string breaks and--separate, elate--
19The kite takes off, itself alone, a windfall.
RPO poem Editors
Ian Lancashire
RPO Edition
2011