Antaeus by Seamus Heaney
Antaeus by Seamus Heaney

Antaeus

Seamus Heaney * Track #3 On North

Antaeus Annotated

When I lie on the ground
I rise flushed as a rose in the morning.
In flights I arrange a fall on the ring
To rub myself with sand

That is operative
As an elixir. I cannot be weaned
Off the earth's long contour, her river-veins.
Down here in my cave

Girdered with root and rock
I am cradled in the dark that wombed me
And nurtutred in every artery
Like a small hillock.

Let each new hero come
Seeking the golden apples and Atlas.
He must wrestle with me before pass
Into that realm of fame

Among sky-born and royal:
He may well throw me and renew my bith
But let him not plan, lifting me off the earth,
My elevation, my fall.

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