BARRY CALLAGHAN
man of letters
BARRY CALLAGHAN
man of letters
MEDIA: POET
Prologue
In this
land of eelgrass
and ice drifts and snow, how does a
man live through an endless winter of endless
nights, and how does he stay sane while sitting
squat hour after hour by a seal hole in the ice,
waiting for the snout of the seal, for the one heave
of the harpoon that he can make into the dark
water, and then groping in the water under the ice,
feeling for the dead bulk of the seal body, hauling
it home, the moment of triumph as brief as the
arctic summer in which the sun shines
all night, exhausting itself in a last
lunge against the dark
and then the cleft
of light
closes