Lightenings iii

  Heaney offered his reader a clue as to how to ‘enter’ the ‘Squarings’ poems: You could think of every poem ( ) as the peg at the end of a tent-rope reaching up into the airy structure, but still with purchase on something earth­ier and more obscure (DOD 320).  So long for air to brighten, said Fosterling, Time to be dazzled and the heart to lighten. Heaney offers a master-class in describing, in the closest detail imaginable, what it takes to be a successful marble-shooter. Viewed through the lens of time a first order experience takes on new significance. Heaney runs through the infinite modulations of a childhood game played in the road outside Mossbawn farm, weighing up (squarings) […]