You will very soon get your homecoming with this special marshy, salt-brushed place. I know you'll drink in all that it has to offer the senses. When I listen to the lilting voice of a Scotsman, I lose all sense of the words if I don't keep calling myself back to them. The rhythm and cadence areso magical that it becomes a piece of music to me, a vocalise. One of my favorites things to listen to is Seamus Haney reading his translation of Beowulf. Sublime.
You will very soon get your homecoming with this special marshy, salt-brushed place. I know you'll drink in all that it has to offer the senses. When I listen to the lilting voice of a Scotsman, I lose all sense of the words if I don't keep calling myself back to them. The rhythm and cadence areso magical that it becomes a piece of music to me, a vocalise. One of my favorites things to listen to is Seamus Haney reading his translation of Beowulf. Sublime.
This is one of my favourite poems, Rebecca, and I loved being reminded of it. Thank you.
The number of times you've introduced me to poems that move me so deeply, Rebecca... It's incredible. Thank you!