Seamus Heaney

Rookie (April 13,1939 - August 30, 2013 / Castledàwson, County Londonderry)

Comments about Seamus Heaney

  • Rookie - 77 Points Barbara Clafton (5/29/2014 5:20:00 PM)

    I studied Seamus Heaney for A level English Language and Literature poetry element in 2012. I absolutely love the work of this man, so sad he passed away. His poems are particularly fabulous to listen to in his own voice. A greatly talented poet, an inspiration. I only wish I had a hundredth of his talent.

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  • Rookie Methew Thomson (1/29/2014 1:32:00 PM)

    I just viewed a very offensive video of the late iconic poet on youtube when I visited the website to view his last appearance titled 'last appearance of Seamus Heaney'.
    I was horrified! I can't even believe that anyone could do it.

  • Rookie Gerry Conteh (10/22/2013 11:44:00 AM)

    I so wish that I had had the privilege meeting and perhaps to have had a chat with this iconic and incredible human being. Maybe in the next life.

  • Rookie - 5 Points Claire Thomas (9/11/2013 11:20:00 PM)

    He died nearly a week ago.Amazing man.I would have thought you may have noticed that fact poemhunter.

  • Rookie Kieran Cummins (8/31/2013 5:22:00 AM)

    Very sad to hear of the death of Seamus Heaney. He was a brilliant poet and a real and kind gentleman. His talent and persona will be greatly missed throughout the world.

  • Rookie Lidia Sessi (3/26/2013 3:24:00 AM)

    in his first collections heaney is fascinated with the soil as he can perceive a mysterious life force in it. He uses many words to refer to it: slime, muck, mush. All of them describe a soil that is wetting and become less solid: this is a metaphor for sexual life, where the soil is the female element responding to a male one.

Best Poem of Seamus Heaney

Blackberry-Picking

Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot
Among others, red, green, hard as a knot.
You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet
Like thickened wine: summer's blood was in it
Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for
Picking. Then red ones inked up and that hunger
Sent us out with milk cans, pea tins, jam-pots
Where briars scratched and wet grass bleached our boots.
Round hayfields, cornfields and potato-drills
We trekked and picked until the cans were full
Until the ...

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for Michael Longley

As a child, they could not keep me from wells
And old pumps with buckets and windlasses.
I loved the dark drop, the trapped sky, the smells
Of waterweed, fungus and dank moss.


One, in a brickyard, with a rotted board top.

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