From Seamus Heaney's "Beowulf"

I have been working on some drawings that come from Seamus Heaney's 2000 Beowulf.

It was like the misery felt by an old manwho has lived to see his son's bodyswing from the gallows. He begins to keen and weep for his boy; watching the ravengloat where he hangs: he can be of no help.The wisdom of age is worthless to him.Morning after morning, he wakes to remember that his child is gone; he hsa no interestin living on until another heir is born in the hall, now that his first-born has entered death's dominon forever.He gazes sorrowfully at his son's dwelling, the banquet hall bereft of all delight,the windswept hearthstone; the horsemen are sleeping, the warriors underground; what was is no more. No tunes fmor the harp, no cheer raised in the yard.Alone with his longing, he lies own on his bedand sings a lament; everything seems too large [...]

I'll post pictures soon...