Caveat: and the half-true rhyme is love

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, poem fragment from The Cure at Troy: A Version of Sophocles' Philoctetes

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What I'm listening to right now.

Nerve Filter, "Beneath a Bed of Wet Leaves."