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A very interesting series, mysterious, delicate, original. They look like drawings. Who puts the boot in? Man, polluting the waters of the earth?

Undine

He slashed the briars, shoveled up grey silt
To give me right of way in my own drains
And I ran quick for him, cleaned out my rust.
He halted, saw me finally disrobed,
Running clear, with apparent unconcern.
Then he walked by me. I rippled and I churned
Where ditches intersected near the river
Until he dug a spade deep in my flank
And took me to him. I swallowed his trench
Gratefully, dispersing myself for love
Down in his roots, climbing his brassy grain ---
But once he know my welcome, I alone
Could give him subtle increase and reflection.
He explored me so completely, each limb
Lost its cold freedom. Human, warmed to him.

Seamus Heaney.

This continues to be a wonderful sequence, balletic and tantalising. Can you say anything about the story, the inspiration behind it?

I don't know much about it ... i live in a village where "things" happens just under my window ;
It was a special week-end celebrating water, with visits of the canals and the underground water system ... I'll make sure to ask about the inspiration if i meet Sophie