A' Dol Dhachaigh / Going Home
Nov. 11th, 2012 11:47 amThis poem for Remembrance Day is not so much about war but about its aftermath. It was written by Iain Crichton Smith, a poet born and brought up on the same island in the Hebrides that I am from. Smith wrote in both Gaelic and English, this poem was originally written in Gaelic and you can hear a recording of the poet reading it here.
I once borrowed several lines of this poem for a fic (Recant) about Horatio trying to come to terms with Archie's death. At the time I felt a bit guilty about trivialising a really thought provoking and moving piece of writing, but I suppose that's what it's about, learning to live with the aftermath of war and the guilt and absence it leaves with the living.
| A' Dol Dhachaigh / Going Home Tomorrow I shall go home to my island trying to put a world into forgetfulness. I will lift a fistful of its earth in my hands or I will sit on a hillock of the mind watching "the shepherd at his sheep". There will arise (I presume) a thrush. A dawn or two will break. There will be a boat lying in the glitter of the western sun: and water running through the world of smilies of my intelligence. But I will be thinking (in spite of that) of the great fire at the back of our thoughts, Nagasaki and Hiroshima, and I will hear in a room by myself a ghost or two ceaselessly moving, the ghost of each error, the ghost of each guilt, the ghost of each time I walked past a wounded man on a stony road, the ghost of nothing scrutinising my dumb room with distant face, till the island becomes an ark rising and falling on a great sea and I not knowing whether the dove will return and men talking and talking to each other and the rainbow of forgiveness in their tears. |
Iain Crichton Smith 1928 - 1998 |
I once borrowed several lines of this poem for a fic (Recant) about Horatio trying to come to terms with Archie's death. At the time I felt a bit guilty about trivialising a really thought provoking and moving piece of writing, but I suppose that's what it's about, learning to live with the aftermath of war and the guilt and absence it leaves with the living.
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Date: 2012-11-11 02:18 pm (UTC)also, using it for anything Archie-related is NOT trivializing. Archie may be fictional, but he is not trivial. He is heartrending, and full of big themes that go all the way back to Greek tragedy. So he was created for television. So what? NOT TRIVIAL.
I hope you will forgive me if I don't go read the fic right now as I am feeling fragile and unable to cope with any version but my own revised one.
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Date: 2012-11-11 02:37 pm (UTC)And, in my case, and yours, he has led to the lives of real men. Fiction needs no reason, it does not need to justify itself. But in this case, because of Archie and the others, real men live in my thoughts.
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Date: 2012-11-11 10:01 pm (UTC)Yes you're absolutely right, and what a beautiful way to put it. Archie stands in remembrance for all those who suffered and died, and Horatio for all those who suffered and lived. To me Horatio has always seemed like a man deeply marked by war and loss.
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Date: 2012-11-11 09:57 pm (UTC)You're absolutely right about Archie's experience not being trivial in the least degree. His experience, and Horatio's, are sadly the universal experience of war. I'm just always apprehensive about appropriating the work of really great writers for my paltry efforts.
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Date: 2012-11-11 10:09 pm (UTC)By the way, I was browsing that website and came across a reference to people who were "travellers." Is that another name for tinkers?
Yes, travellers is another name for tinkers, which is regarded as a rather derogatory term in some quarters these days I believe. In Gaelic they are known as ceards and they are highly respected for their knowledge of traditional music, song and poetry. I don't know what the relationship is between the Highland tinkers and the gypsies, there is obviously a relationship somewhere but they seem to have had quite distinct identities.
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Date: 2012-11-11 04:40 pm (UTC)Dave
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Date: 2012-11-11 07:57 pm (UTC)Dave
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Date: 2012-11-11 06:21 pm (UTC)Thanks for sharing this.
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Date: 2012-11-12 02:04 am (UTC)And that is in addition to the warm kind friends I have found.
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Date: 2012-11-15 10:11 pm (UTC)I'll be really interested to hear what you think of Crichton Smith, his poetry is so very rooted in the island. His writing can be sparse and bleak, but there's also flashes of luminous beauty. He's understandably influences by the all pervasive Calvinism of Lewis, though he himself was a confirmed atheist.
There is one poem in particular called Two Girls Singing which means a lot to me because it reminds growing up on the island as a teenager. My best friend used to sing in a band and we both used to sing on the bus coming back from rehearsals in the pitch dark.