Today I discovered both this poem and this sea based fused glass sculpture (“Crashing Wave” by Helen Grierson).  They seem to belong well together.

 

Postscript

And some time make the time to drive out west

Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore,

In September or October, when the wind

And the light are working off each other

So that the ocean on one side is wild

With foam and glitter, and inland among stones

The surface of a slate-grey lake is lit

By the earthed lightning of a flock of swans,

Their feathers roughed and ruffling, white on white,

Their fully grown headstrong-looking heads

Tucked or cresting or busy underwater.

Useless to think you’ll park and capture it

More thoroughly.  You are neither here nor there,

A hurry through which known and strange things pass

As big soft bufferings come at the car sideways

And catch the heart off guard and blow it open.

Seamus Heaney

        from “Opened Ground Poems 1966-96” Faber and Faber 1998