Wednesday, December 21, 2016
I'm doing a slow reading of Seamus Heaney's book Seeing Things. That deceptively simple title phrase contains multiple meanings. Then there's the oft-quoted ending to the poem "Fosterling":
Me waiting until I was nearly fifty
To credit marvels. Like the tree-clock of tin cans
The tinkers made. So long for air to brighten,
Time to be dazzled and the heart to lighten.
I read that the tin can clock was made to fool the devil, which would be a marvel indeed.
The accompanying 8x10 pastel is small, slight, and contains distant mountains.