a wandering woman writes

Friday, June 16, 2006

Inis Mor

As usual, I'll be quick with photos, and back later with words. I'm off to Spanish class with Bego this morning, without having written a thing in castellano. Worse, I'm suffering from Spanish r's badly in need of oiling, or some sort if repetitive maintenance, after a solid week in English.

I fell in love with Inis Mor, the largest of the Aran islands, and with the lilting rhythm of the Irish language.

Back on the mainland, I wandered into a wonderful used bookstore in Westport, County Mayo where I met and bought a slightly faded old hardcover - The Aran Reader, full of poems and tales of the Aran islands, including this:

The timeless waves, bright, sifting, broken glass,
Came dazzling around, into the rocks,
Came glinting, sifting from the Americas

To posess Aran. Or did Aran rush
to throw wide arms of rock around a tide
That yielded with an ebb, with a soft crash?

Did sea define the land or land the sea?
Each drew new meaning from the waves' collision.
Sea broke on land to full identity.

Lovers on Aran, from Death of a Naturalist by
Seamus Heaney



  • thanks so much for your comments on my blog.

    wow, look at that view! I don't know anything about this/these islands. quite stunning. and, is Heaney wonderful or what?

    By Blogger kaleidoscope, at 7:44 PM  

  • Hey Kaleidoscope!

    Oh, I hope to post more about them...I had always wanted to visit, and now see a much longer visit is called for. Add the sound of spoken Irish to those photos, and a pace that makes Salamanca lookd rushed, and generous, look you in the eye and talk a while people, and you've almost got a glimpse of the place.

    Such a short little visit. I know I'll be back.
    It's fun to see you here!

    By Blogger wandering-woman, at 11:54 AM  

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