Friday, August 30, 2013

So. The Spear-Danes in days gone by

There's a meme going around (a meme I actually DON'T HATE, good heavens), "post your favourite Seamus Heaney poem," and while I wish people (including me) wouldn't just do this when somebody dies, here's mine. I guess it's a total cliche, but I loved his Beowulf -- how slangy and grand it was, all the things that pissed off the purists. I wonder what Tolkien would have made of it.

Shield was still thriving when his time came
And he crossed over into the Lord’s keeping.
His warrior band did what he bade them
When he laid down the law among the Danes:
They shouldered him out to the sea’s flood,                                    
The chief they revered who had long ruled them.
A ring-whorled prow rode in the harbour,
Ice-clad, outbound, a craft for a prince.
They stretched their beloved lord in his boat,
Laid out by the mast, amidships,
The great ring-giver.  Far-fetched treasures
Were piled upon him, and precious gear.
I never heard before of a ship so well furbished
With battle tackle, bladed weapons
And coats of mail.  The massed treasure                                
Was loaded on top of him: it would travel far
On out into the ocean’s sway.
They decked his body no less bountifully
With offerings than those first ones did
Who cast him away when he was a child
And launched him alone out over the waves.
And they set a gold standard up
High above his head and let him drift
To wind and tide, bewailing him
And mourning their loss.  No man can tell,                                     
No wise man in hall or weathered veteran
Knows for certain who salvaged that load.
Michael Cavna, 'Seamus Heaney: A Man of His Word'