• Now it’s high watermark and floodtide in the heart and time to go. The sea-nymphs in the spray will be the chorus now. What’s left to say? Suspect too much sweet-talk but never close your mind. It was a fortunate wind that blew me here. I leave half-ready to believe that a crippled trust might walk and the half-true rhyme is love.

    Seamus Heaney (2014). “The Cure at Troy: A Version of Sophocles' Philoctetes”, p.81, Farrar, Straus and Giroux