“We may let the scaffolds fall”

Traffic on our Springfield

Note the scary glass spiky business.

This ahem, slightly blurry clock has many names: Baby Ben, the Leaning Tower of Belfast, Albert or just a hooker hang out.

Little houses on the Springfield.

Dancin' like no one was watchin', so he was.

3 lonely pints at the John Hewitt.

All that glitters

Or you can read it here:

Scaffolding by Seamus Heaney

“Masons, when they start upon a building,
Are careful to test out the scaffolding;

Make sure that their planks won’t slip at busy points,
Secure all ladders, tighten all bolted joints.

And yet all this comes down when the job’s done
Showing off walls of sure and solid stone.

So if, my dear, there sometimes seems to be
Old bridges breaking between you and me

Never fear. We may let the scaffolds fall
Confident that we have built our wall.”

Reid’s been on and on about his man, Seamus Heaney, for ages now, but I truly met his work for the first time today when we rendezvous-ed at the Waterstone’s.  I enjoy this poem because of precisely what Dr. Heaney says about it–it’s buoyancy and confidence.  Happy Sunday.

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