And some time make the time to drive out west <br />Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore, <br />In September or October, when the wind <br />And the light are working off each other <br />So that the ocean on one side is wild <br />With foam and glitter, and inland among stones <br />The surface of a slate-grey lake is lit <br />By the earthed lightening of flock of swans, <br />Their feathers roughed and ruffling, white on white, <br />Their fully-grown headstrong-looking heads <br />Tucked or cresting or busy underwater. <br />Useless to think you'll park or capture it <br />More thoroughly. You are neither here nor there, <br />A hurry through which known and strange things pass <br />As big soft buffetings come at the car sideways <br />And catch the heart off guard and blow it open<br /><br />Seamus Heaney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/postscript-8/
