About Seamus Heaney
1939 - 2013/Male/IrishA poet, playwright, translator and lecturer, Heaney's work explores the local surroundings of Ireland and how to trust the modern world.
Selected Quotes
Poetry & Stories
Lovers on Aran
The timeless waves, bright, sifting, broken glass,Came dazzling around, into the rocks,
The Otter
When you plungedThe light of Tuscany wavered
Mid-Term Break
I sat all morning in the college sick bayCounting bells knelling classes to a close.
Strange Fruit
Here is the girl's head like an exhumed gourd.Oval-faced, prune-skinned, prune-stones for teeth.They unswaddled the wet fern of her hair
Twice Shy
Her scarf a la Bardot,In suede flats for the walk,
About Seamus Heaney
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Who is Seamus Heaney?
1939 - 2013/Male/IrishA poet, playwright, translator and lecturer, Heaney's work explores the local surroundings of Ireland and how to trust the modern world.
Where can I read Seamus Heaney's poetry?
Kavishala has 30 poems and stories by Seamus Heaney, free to read on this page, along with selected quotes you can share.
Poems & Stories by Seamus Heaney
Lovers on Aran
The timeless waves, bright, sifting, broken glass,Came dazzling around, into the rocks,
The Otter
When you plungedThe light of Tuscany wavered
Mid-Term Break
I sat all morning in the college sick bayCounting bells knelling classes to a close.
Strange Fruit
Here is the girl's head like an exhumed gourd.Oval-faced, prune-skinned, prune-stones for teeth.They unswaddled the wet fern of her hair
Twice Shy
Her scarf a la Bardot,In suede flats for the walk,
Blackberry-Picking
Late August, given heavy rain and sunFor a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
The Harvest Bow
As you plaited the harvest bowYou implicated the mellowed silence in you
Death Of A Naturalist
All year the flax-dam festered in the heartOf the townland; green and heavy headed
Exposure
It is December in Wicklow:Alders dripping, birches
Digging
Between my finger and my thumbThe squat pin rest; snug as a gun.Under my window, a clean rasping sound
Requiem for the Croppies
The pockets of our greatcoats full of barley...No kitchens on the run, no striking camp...
Keeping Going
The piper coming from far away is youWith a whitewash brush for a sporran
Selected Quotes by Seamus Heaney (चुनिंदा उद्धरण)
When you plungedThe light of Tuscany wavered
As you plaited the harvest bowYou implicated the mellowed silence in you
It is December in Wicklow:Alders dripping, birches
The timeless waves, bright, sifting, broken glass,Came dazzling around, into the rocks,
I sat all morning in the college sick bayCounting bells knelling classes to a close.
Late August, given heavy rain and sunFor a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
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