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tuurverheydepoetryandprose · 1 year

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Here's a poem that explores why my work is focusing more on things like place, history, the other, the uncanny and the unknown. It's also a tribute to Seamus Heaney in more ways than one. Keep an eye out for more, cause this has set some very exciting things in motion. 😉

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cjb2014universe · 6 months

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Friday poem from my recently published book of poetry titled Down on the farm copies available at https://theirishbookshop.com

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gwyllmllwydd · 1 year

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Radio EarthRites Presents: Seamus Heaney

Radio EarthRites Presents: Seamus Heaney Reading His Poetry 12:00Noon 3/29PCT Mary Oliver Reading Her Poetry 3:00PM 3/29PCT https://gwyllm.com/radio-earthrites/

#SeamusHeaney #poetry #radio #internetradio #radio show

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nightfirehorse · 2 years

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Dreaming of Paris, London and Italy🤍 Travelling through books and food….📖 with more flowers from the garden🌱 Tart from @victoireboulangerie #quiet #sundaybreakfast #flowers #flowersfrommygarden #hellebore #geranium #reading #seamusheaney #poetry (at Saint Ives, New South Wales, Australia) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cg8KQpJvosZ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#quiet #sundaybreakfast #flowers #flowersfrommygarden #hellebore #geranium #reading #seamusheaney #poetry

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mariolopezgoicoechea · 2 years

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I look up from the book I’m reading as the train leaves the platform. I'm working in Harrow this week.I stare at the passengers who stay behind, either sitting on benches or standing on the platform (never too close to the yellow line). I’ve brought a copy of #SeamusHeaney’s "District and Circle" with me. It feels apposite to read the title poem: "Posted, eyes front, along the dreamy ramparts/To a monotonous slight rocking in the works/We were moved along, upstanding/Elsewhere, underneath, an engine powered." The train speeds off, Uxbridge-bound. #Cuban #Immigrant #Londoner https://www.austinmacauley.com/book/cuban-immigrant-and-londoner #London #Londres #Londinense #cycling #cyclinglife #bicyclelife #bicycles #visitbritain #visitengland #visitlondon #strava #stravaphotos #stravacycling #streetphotography #urbanlandscape #photography #VSCO (at Metropolitan Line) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cfq30tmMPHB/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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atomicwitchdreamer-blog-blo-blog · 2 years

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"SCAVANDO" Tra il mio pollice e l’indice sta la comoda penna, salda come una rivoltella. Sotto la finestra, un suono chiaro e graffiante all’affondare della vanga nel terreno ghiaioso: è mio padre che scava. Guardo dabbasso finché la sua schiena piegata tra le aiuole non si china e si rialza come vent’anni fa ritmicamente tra i solchi di patate dove andava scavando. Con lo stivale tozzo accoccolato sulla staffa, il manico contro l’interno del ginocchio sollevato con fermezza, sradicava alte cime e affondava la lama splendente per dissotterrare le patate novelle che noi raccoglievamo amandone tra le mani la fresca durezza. Il mio vecchio potrebbe impugnare una vanga presso Dio, proprio come il suo vecchio. Mio nonno estraeva più torba in un giorno di qualsiasi altro uomo su, alla palude Toner. Una volta gli portai del latte in una bottiglia turata alla meglio con un pezzo di carta. Si raddrizzò e lo bevve, poi subito riprese a lavorare intaccando e dividendo, mentre con piote sulle spalle andava sempre più a fondo in cerca di buona torba. Scavando. L’odore freddo dei solchi di patate, il tonfo e lo schiaffo dell’umida torba, i tagli netti di una lama tra le radici vive si destano nella mia memoria. Ma non ho una vanga per succedere a uomini come loro. Tra il mio pollice e l’indice sta comoda la penna. Scaverò con quella. ( Seamus Heaney ) #ravenna #booklovers #instabook #igersravenna #instaravenna #ig_books #consiglidilettura #librerieaperte #poesia #seamusheaney (presso Libreria ScattiSparsi Ravenna) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfS9p4UozdR/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#ravenna #booklovers #instabook #igersravenna #instaravenna #ig_books #consiglidilettura #librerieaperte #poesia #seamusheaney

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marcofosci · 2 years

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Dublin,⠀"Don't be afraid", the last words of the poet Seamus Heaney to his wife in a mural by the graffiti artist Maser.⠀When art feeds on art and creates art #dublin #bnw #dontbeafraid #graffiti #maser #seamusheaney

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thick-skull89 · 4 years

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💚 #poetry #seamusheaney https://www.instagram.com/p/B8W12beF-Mm/?igshid=3taagsis7duh

#poetry #seamusheaney

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mathieulaca · 5 years

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Process pictures of the Seamus Heaney portrait commission. . . . #mathieulaca #seamusheaney #art #artist #artwork #drawing #painting #painter #oilpainting #oilpaint #oiloncanvas #oilonlinen #artcollectors #artcollecting #artcollection #artoftheday #artofvisuals #instaart #instaartist #artoninstagram #artofinstagram #artistoninstagram #artistofinstagram #ireland #poetry #artiststudio #wip https://www.instagram.com/p/BwmOTXglIJo/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=e032cj0d3uc7

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monriatitans · 2 years

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WORD OF THE DAY Wednesday, April 13, 2022 OED Word of the Day on Irish poet Seamus Heaney's birthday: plout, n. In Scottish and Irish English (northern): a heavy fall of rain.

SENTENCE EXAMPLE "Like a man speaking in tongues, brought to his senses By a sudden plout on the road into Ahascragh." - 2001, S. Heaney Electric Light 76

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groundhogdaychallenge · 2 years

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Raising a glass to Noble Prize winner Seamus Heaney in @jamesjoycemadrid Seamus Heaney was no stranger to Madrid and he wrote Summer 1969 while living in Lavapies in Madrid. #nobleprize #seamusheaney #raiseaglass #irishliteratureandculture #irishculture🇮🇪🍀 (at James Joyce Irish Pub Madrid) https://www.instagram.com/p/CZCtYTdoBdA/?utm_medium=tumblr

#nobleprize #seamusheaney #raiseaglass #irishliteratureandculture #irishculture🇮🇪🍀

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gregsantospoet · 6 years

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I’m thrilled to have received copies of ‘Be Not Afraid: An Anthology in Appreciation of Seamus Heaney.’ My poem “Berry Picking”, which appears in my new book BLACKBIRDS (Eyewear Publishing, 2018), is included in the anthology honouring the great Irish poet, Seamus Heaney. Many thanks again to editors Angela Topping, Bethany Pope, and Grant Tarbard (@granttarbard) for featuring my work. Much gratitude to Dennis Greig and Lapwing. Cover art by Jane Burn. Order the anthology here and temporarily in my bio: (https://sites.google.com/a/lapwingpublications.com/lapwing-store/editors-angela-topping-bethany-pope-grant-tarbard) . . . #gregsantos #seamusheaney #poetry #anthology #blackbirdspoetry #Lapwing #poetryanthology #poetsofinstagram #bookstagram #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #tribute #BeNotAfraid #lastdayofaugust https://www.instagram.com/p/BnJUuVknPSp/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=zz8415s9a585

#gregsantos #seamusheaney #poetry #anthology #blackbirdspoetry #lapwing #poetryanthology #poetsofinstagram #bookstagram #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #tribute #benotafraid #lastdayofaugust

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bbrarebooks · 3 years

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It’s National Poetry Month! We’re celebrating with Seamus Heaney’s first published book, Eleven Poems (1965). This rare #pamphlet was published privately by Festival Publications at the Queen's University of Belfast in Northern Ireland. Heaney attended Queen's University of Belfast as an undergraduate and graduate student, where he studied English literature and wrote poetry. After graduating, Heaney became associated with a group of young Belfast poets known as "The Group," an organization assembled by Queen's University lecturer Philip Hobsbaum. During this time, Heaney's poetry was being published by The Belfast Telegraph and The Irish Times. Fittingly, Heaney, who would come to be hailed as the greatest Irish poet since Yeats, and whose poetry is given "its distinctive strength" by "the acute observation of the [Irish] countryside and its people," released his first collection locally. Eleven Poems advertises the 1966 publication of Heaney's first major work Death of Naturalist by Faber and Faber, which would begin Heaney's long career of publishing award-winning poetry. Thanks @peterharringtonrarebooks for the tag! #seamusheaney #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #poems #poet #elevenpoems https://www.instagram.com/p/CNs9VqkpRxr/?igshid=188nfh627j2jy

#pamphlet #seamusheaney #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #poems #poet #elevenpoems

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nudeartpluspoetry · 6 years

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Pick and Shovel

Dig with a shovel, dig with a pen: Heaney's formulation. This morning I dug a shallow trench, recalled my Old Man, Alec, who taught me how to use a pick and shovel right. The crucial nuances. (I've never seen a Hollywood movie in which the digging and digger weren't unintentionally ludicrous. Usually it starts with the genre of shovel itself.) Alec had dug everything from blasted quartz gold ore to river gravel mixing concrete, from sewer-lines to stone-wall footings. Also graves. Often he used a long steel bar to make a boulder twice his weight dance aside. In another life, without a war, he would have been a mining engineer or geologist. He appreciated High Sierra rock and soil. He never got frustrated with them. Instead he stayed steady, befriended leverage, let the tools work. Piles of rock, piles of dirt. Soon the task melted. Labor isn't poetry, but it has a rhythm, rides repetition, requires alert attention. By the time finished the trench today, old jeans and a paint-stained shirt had siphoned pools of sweat, and I as satisfied again with the father I had had. hans ostrom 2018

#labor #digging #shovel #pick #SierraNevada #SeamusHeaney #geology #fathers #poetry

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cherryredlips · 3 years

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The English Teacher

In this poem I pay my tribute to the woman who inspired my interest in poetry my former English teacher Elizabeth Dowling. Not only did she fire me with a passion to read it she also encouraged me to write my own truth in my own words. So if any of you are looking for reasons as I am as lippy as I am all I can say is blame Mrs Dowling and that’s why I’ve given it the title The English Teacher I…

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ceejayheff · 3 years

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mid-term break

I sat all morning in the college sick bay Counting bells knelling classes to a close. At two o'clock our neighbours drove me home. In the porch I met my father crying— He had always taken funerals in his stride— And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow. The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram When I came in, and I was embarrassed By old men standing up to shake my hand And tell me they were 'sorry for my trouble'. Whispers informed strangers I was the eldest, Away at school, as my mother held my hand In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs. At ten o'clock the ambulance arrived With the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses. Next morning I went up into the room. Snowdrops And candles soothed the bedside; I saw him For the first time in six weeks. Paler now, Wearing a poppy bruise on his left temple, He lay in the four-foot box as in his cot. No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear. A four-foot box, a foot for every year.

Seamus Heaney

#midtermbreak #heaney #seamusheaney

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