Those rocks between sea and beach obviously
symbolise a kind of permanence that
contrasts to the transitory flesh. 'The stubborn
rocks withstand / The ebb and surge of
grief'. Barney's Island is a presence
reminding us of the limits of our technology and the
small scale of our time:
The island like an old cleft
skull
With tussock and bone needles
on its forehead
Lives in the world before the
settlers came
With gun and almanac.
The poet preaches to the gulls from 'Barney's pulpit
island side', and he feels most secure in
his work when he is 'standing on the rock of real knowledge'.
The fisherman on the rocks
of Barney's Island becomes the image of the poet fishing
into the unconscious to find the dark
material for the poem:
While loud across the sandhills
Clangs out the Sunday bell
I drop my line and sinker down
Through the weed-fronded swell,
And what I see there after dark
Let the blind wave tell.
I go on the beaches when the
tide is low
And fish for poems where my four
dead uncles,
Jack, Billy, Mark and Sandy
Let down their lines from laps
of broken stone
For the fat red cod and small-mouthed
greenbone.
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