Originally Posted by rainbow321:
“I know that I am repeating myself but I do envy you your knowledge of words and literature.
I feel I have missed out a lot by knowing so little about literature and poetry.
I am ashamed to say that I couldn't say what my favourite poem was or anything like that.”
Rainbow - thats nothing to be ashamed of and you mustn't be. If you want to start reading a little more literature and poetry, but aren't sure where to get started, just pm me and I could make a couple of suggestions (nothing too heavy and boring!!)
In the meantime, here is Seamus Heaney's The Peninsula for you to enjoy
THE PENINSULA
When you have nothing more to say, just drive
For a day all round the peninsula;
The sky is high as over a runway,
The land without marks so you will not arrive
But pass through, though always skirting landfall.
At dusk, horizons drink down sea and hill,
The ploughed field swallows the whitewashed gable
And you're in the dark again. Now recall
The glazed foreshore and silhouetted log,
That rock were breakers shredded into rags,
The leggy birds stilted on their own legs,
Islands riding themselves out into the fog
And drive back home, still with nothing to say
Except that now you will uncode all landscapes
By this: things founded clean on their own shapes,
Water and ground in their extremity.