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My poor scapegoat
I almost love you
Created on 2005-08-28 22:31:35 (#8145961), last updated 2008-10-20
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Basic Info| Name: | Lady Lazarus |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 07-02 |
| Location: | Dist. of Columbia, United States |
| Website: | Regular LJ |
BioThis is a writing journal so I can keep track of the things that I have done.
"I can feel the tug
of the halter at the nape
of her neck, the wind
on her naked front.
It blows her nipples
to amber beads,
it shakes the frail rigging
of her ribs.
I can see her drowned
body in the bog,
the weighing stone,
the floating rods and boughs.
Under which at first
she ewas a barked sapling
that is dug up
oak-bone, brain-firkin:
her shaved head
like a stubble of black corn,
her blindfold a soiled bandadge,
her noose a ring
to store
the memories of love.
Little adulteress,
before they punished you
You were flaxen-haired,
undernourished, and your
tar-black face was beautiful.
My poor scapegoat,
I almost love you
but would have cast, I know,
the stones of silence.
I am the artful voyeur
of your brain's exposed
and darkened combs,
your muscles' webbing
and all your numbered bones:
I who have stood dumb
when your betraying sisters,
cauled in tar,
wept by the railings,
who would connive
in civilized outrage
yet understand the eact
and tribal, immediate revenge."
Seamus Heaney
"Punishment"
"I can feel the tug
of the halter at the nape
of her neck, the wind
on her naked front.
It blows her nipples
to amber beads,
it shakes the frail rigging
of her ribs.
I can see her drowned
body in the bog,
the weighing stone,
the floating rods and boughs.
Under which at first
she ewas a barked sapling
that is dug up
oak-bone, brain-firkin:
her shaved head
like a stubble of black corn,
her blindfold a soiled bandadge,
her noose a ring
to store
the memories of love.
Little adulteress,
before they punished you
You were flaxen-haired,
undernourished, and your
tar-black face was beautiful.
My poor scapegoat,
I almost love you
but would have cast, I know,
the stones of silence.
I am the artful voyeur
of your brain's exposed
and darkened combs,
your muscles' webbing
and all your numbered bones:
I who have stood dumb
when your betraying sisters,
cauled in tar,
wept by the railings,
who would connive
in civilized outrage
yet understand the eact
and tribal, immediate revenge."
Seamus Heaney
"Punishment"
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