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<blockquote data-quote="PT Stewie" data-source="post: 1285067" data-attributes="member: 12889"><p><strong>My father is really a fisherman</strong></p><p>How did we not know already,</p><p>when the deep mystery of the sea</p><p>shines so brightly in his eyes?</p><p>On the day of the burial, he carries</p><p>the early morning dark</p><p>on that beach that stretches</p><p>from the church door</p><p>to the edge of the world.</p><p>Walks past the crowd</p><p>that has gathered in the yard,</p><p>his feet sunk in sand,</p><p>asking no help</p><p>from any of his many sons.</p><p>We still don’t understand the sea,</p><p>he says, its kindness or its anger.</p><p>The <em>naomhóg</em> of sorrow</p><p>is upside down on his shoulders,</p><p>as black as clotted blood,</p><p>the ocean boiling</p><p>with salt tears </p><p>that would burn the eye of the sun.</p><p>The funeral-wave parts</p><p>and he buries his brother</p><p>in the hole</p><p>he dug up with the moon</p><p>the night before. When he walks</p><p>back from the grave,</p><p>the brightness of the sea</p><p>and the loneliness of the world</p><p>grapple in my father’s green eyes.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="PT Stewie, post: 1285067, member: 12889"] [B]My father is really a fisherman[/B] How did we not know already, when the deep mystery of the sea shines so brightly in his eyes? On the day of the burial, he carries the early morning dark on that beach that stretches from the church door to the edge of the world. Walks past the crowd that has gathered in the yard, his feet sunk in sand, asking no help from any of his many sons. We still don’t understand the sea, he says, its kindness or its anger. The [I]naomhóg[/I] of sorrow is upside down on his shoulders, as black as clotted blood, the ocean boiling with salt tears that would burn the eye of the sun. The funeral-wave parts and he buries his brother in the hole he dug up with the moon the night before. When he walks back from the grave, the brightness of the sea and the loneliness of the world grapple in my father’s green eyes. [/QUOTE]
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