Glad you had a nice holiday, looking forward to more pictures.
ChrisB - I still need to download them from the camera and then I will see what I can do. I hope all is well!
The Tollund ManI.Some day I will go to AarhusTo see his peat-brown head,The mild pods of his eye-lids,His pointed skin cap.In the flat country near byWhere they dug him out,His last gruel of winter seedsCaked in his stomach,Naked except forThe cap, noose and girdle,I will stand a long time.Bridegroom to the goddess,She tightened her torc on himAnd opened her fen,Those dark juices workingHim to a saint's kept body,Trove of the turfcutters'Honeycombed workings.Now his stained faceReposes at Aarhus.II.I could risk blasphemy,Consecrate the cauldron bogOur holy ground and prayHim to make germinateThe scattered, ambushedFlesh of labourers,Stockinged corpsesLaid out in the farmyards,Tell-tale skin and teethFlecking the sleepersOf four young brothers, trailedFor miles along the lines.III.Something of his sad freedomAs he rode the tumbrilShould come to me, driving,Saying the namesTollund, Grauballe, Nebelgard,Watching the pointing handsOf country people,Not knowing their tongue.Out here in JutlandIn the old man-killing parishes I will feel lost, Unhappy and at home.* Heaney purposely writes that he will go to Aarhus to see the Tollund Man even though he knows that he is on display in Silkeborg. But in Heaney's opinion "Aarhus" goes better with the metrical feet.
Gripes - We thought about going to Silkeborg and went to Aarhus instead. Perhaps there is something in that...Thank you for increasing my poetry knowledge. Even if it is geographically misleading.Hope all is well.
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