#seamus heaney

[appointmentwithmryeats]

Seamus Heaney

#seamus heaney #postscript #“and catch the heart off guard and blow it open”

[oldfilmsflicker]

"Blackberry-Picking" by Seamus Heaney

#Seamus Heaney #poem #poetry #National Poetry Month

[firstfullmoon]

How perilous is it to choose / not to love the life we’re shown?

Seamus Heaney, from “The Badgers”

#w #poetry #seamus heaney #to love life even when you have no stomach for it

[mournfulroses]

Seamus Heaney, from a poem titled "Roots," featured in Contemporary Irish Poetry

#lit #seamus heaney #moonstruck #writings #words #selections #fragments #poetry collection #p

[undinesea]

Two shades who have consumed each other's fire, Two flames in sunlight that can sear and singe, But seem like wisps of enervated air, After-wavers, feathery ether-shifts...

Seamus Heaney, "The Walk," from Selected Poems

#seamus heaney #poetry

[hairtusk]

Seamus Heaney, from Wintering Out (1972)

#I've been thinking about this poem for days on end and it's making me insane #seamus heaney #poetry

[kryptoniteandcatnip]

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#hozier #andrew hozier byrne #wasteland baby #hozier’s tattoo #noli timere #stick and poke #seamus heaney #last words #don’t be afraid #beautiful #hozier addiction

[virgin-martyr]

All I know is a door into the dark.

Seamus Heaney, excerpt rom "The Forge"

#seamus heaney #poetry

[soracities]

It was the month of May. Trees in Harvard Yard Were turning a young green. There was whispering everywhere.

Seamus Heaney, from “Canopy”, Human Chain

#q #lit #quotes #may #poetry #seamus heaney #canopy #human chain #sing me a song of summer #reading #irish lit #m #x

[gravity-rainbow]

In a war situation or where violence and injustice are prevalent, poetry is called upon to be something more than a thing of beauty.

Seamus Heaney

#seamus heaney #poetry #war #violence #injustice #beauty

[tygerland]

Suddenly then

the God-cursed brute was creating havoc;

greedy and grim, he grabbed thirty men

from their resting places and rushed to his lair,

flushed up and inflamed from the raid,

blundering back with the butchered corpses.

- Beowulf Seamus Heaney 1999 translation.

(Grendel artwork by John Henry Frederick Bacon 1910.)

#literature #10th century #beowulf #pagan #mythology #grendel #lit #myth #horror #fantasy #reading #dark academia #poetry #monster #folklore #seamus heaney #occult #supernatural #demon #dark #📚

[gennsoup]

This is the vowel of earth dreaming its root in flowers and snow, mutation of weathers and seasons, a windfall composing the floor it rots into.

Seamus Heaney, Kinship

#Seamus Heaney #Kinship #North #flowers #snow #weather #seasons #February #February quotes #spring #dreaming #Irish literature #poetry #poetry quotes #quotes #quotes blog #literary quotes #literature quotes #literature #book quotes #books #words #text #winter #thaw

[dabiconcordia]

Bogland We have no prairies To slice a big sun at evening-- Everywhere the eye concedes to Encrouching horizon,

Is wooed into the cyclops' eye Of a tarn. Our unfenced country Is bog that keeps crusting Between the sights of the sun.

They've taken the skeleton Of the Great Irish Elk Out of the peat, set it up An astounding crate full of air.

Butter sunk under More than a hundred years Was recovered salty and white. The ground itself is kind, black butter

Melting and opening underfoot, Missing its last definition By millions of years. They'll never dig coal here,

Only the waterlogged trunks Of great firs, soft as pulp. Our pioneers keep striking Inwards and downwards,

Every layer they strip Seems camped on before. The bogholes might be Atlantic seepage. The wet centre is bottomless. By Seamus Heaney

#seamus heaney #famous poem #howard sommerville flickr #via pinterest.com

[las-microfisuras]

Ted Hughes, Charles Causley y Seamus Heaney, 1982.

Foto: Carol Orchard Hughes.

#ted hughes #charles causley #seamus heaney

[appointmentwithmryeats]

from Inferno

In the middle of the journey of our life

I found myself astray in a dark wood

where the right road had been lost sight of.

from Inferno Canto I, 1-3

Dante Alighieri (1265-1321),

translated by Seamus Heaney (Ireland)

Seamus Heaney

#dante alighieri #excerpt #inferno canto I 1-3 #seamus heaney #translation

[samguayart]

BOG QUEEN, 2020 A commission where I was asked to draw inspiration from Seamus Heaney's poem of the same name... I lay waiting between turf-face and demesne wall, between heathery levels and glass-toothed stone.

My body was braille for the creeping influences: dawn suns groped over my head and cooled at my feet,

through my fabrics and skins the seeps of winter digested me, the illiterate roots

pondered and died in the cavings of stomach and socket. I lay waiting

on the gravel bottom, my brain darkening, a jar of spawn fermenting underground

dreams of Baltic amber. Bruised berries under my nails, the vital hoard reducing in the crock of the pelvis.

My diadem grew carious, gemstones dropped in the peat floe like the bearings of history.

My sash was a black glacier wrinkling, dyed weaves and phoenician stitchwork retted on my breasts'

soft moraines. I knew winter cold like the nuzzle of fjords at my thighs–

the soaked fledge, the heavy swaddle of hides.

#horror art #nature horror #atmospheric horror #irish poetry #seamus heaney #bog queen #skull art #dark fantasy #surreal art #acryla-gouache #painting