Thursday, 28 September 2017

Seamus Heaney: 'Storm on the Island'



Storm on the Island

We are prepared: we build our houses squat,Sink walls in rock and roof them with good slate.The wizened earth had never troubled usWith hay, so as you can see, there are no stacksOr stooks that can be lost. Nor are there treesWhich might prove company when it blows fullBlast: you know what I mean - leaves and branchesCan raise a chorus in a galeSo that you can listen to the thing you fearForgetting that it pummels your house too.But there are no trees, no natural shelter.You might think that the sea is company,Exploding comfortably down on the cliffsBut no: when it begins, the flung spray hitsThe very windows, spits like a tame catTurned savage. We just sit tight while wind divesAnd strafes invisibly. Space is a salvo.We are bombarded by the empty air.Strange, it is a huge nothing that we fear.

Vocabulary

WordsDescription
wizened (line 3)dried up, shrivelled
stacks / stooks (lines 4/5)haystacks / shocks of corn sheaves
strafes (line 17)bombards, harasses with artillery shells
salvo (line 17)simultaneous firing of artillery
http://www.bbc.co.uk/schools/gcsebitesize/english_literature/poetheaney/stormontheislandrev2.shtml