Monday, September 10, 2012

A Dream of Jealousy By Seamus Heaney (The Featured Sonnet)




 



Walking with you and another lady
in wooded parkland, the whispering grass
ran its fingers through our guessing silence
and the trees opened into a shady
unexpected clearing where we sat down.
I think the candor of the light dismayed us.
We talked about desire and being jealous,
Our conversation a loose single gown,
or a white picnic tablecloth spread out
like a book of manners in the wilderness,
"Show me," I said to our companion, "what
I have much coveted, your breast's mauve star,"
and she consented, oh, neither these verses
nor my prudence, love, can heal your wounded stare.


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