This poem by nobel prize winning Irish poet, Seamus Heaney, perfectly describes a journey along a peninsula - it could easily be one of West Cork's three Peninsulas - read it and see what you think!
The Peninsula by Seamus Heaney
When you have nothing more to say, just drive For a day all around the peninsula, The sky is tall as over a runway, The land without marks, so you will not arrive But pass through, though always skirting landfall. At dusk, horizons drink down sea and hill, The ploughed field swallows the whitewashed gable And you're in the dark again. Now recall The glazed foreshore and silhoutted log. That rock where breakers shredded into rags, The leggy birds stilted on their own legs, Islands riding themselves out into the fog. And then drive back home, still with nothing to say Except that now you will uncode all landscapes By this; things founded clean on their own shapes Water and ground in their extremity.
Seamus Heaney was born in Derry, N. Ireland in 1939. He was the eldest of 9 children. He moved to Dublin in the 1970's and has taught at Oxford and Harvard. He won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1995.
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This poem by nobel prize winning Irish poet, Seamus Heaney, perfectly describes a journey along a peninsula - it could easily be one of West Cork's three Peninsulas - read it and see what you think!