Resolved Question: Summer Home by Seamus
My coursework for English this year is a comparison of two Heaney poems and two Duffy poems, linked to the theme of Shame.
I have been given 'Summer Home' as one of my poems, it is an interesting poem but I am struggling to understand it and how to link it to shame.
If anyone has any ideas I would be very grateful!!
Posted on 31 January 2014 | 1:55 am
Resolved Question: Question about seamus
im doing an english project on seamus heaney, and i need to know what job he has held, and when he held them. i promise 10 points to the best answer, thanks a mil x
Posted on 5 October 2013 | 9:30 pm
Resolved Question: Seamus Heaney Poet
How could the Irish poet, Seamus Heaney, be called a poet of the past and of the present in relation to the poems he has wrote, 'The Forge' and 'The Skunk'. Please answer
Posted on 15 December 2012 | 9:52 pm
Resolved Question: PLEASE HELP ON SEAMUS
The Wife's Tale
When I had spread it all on linen cloth
Under the hedge, I called them over.
The hum and gulp of the thresher ran down
And the big belt slewed to a standstill, straw
Hanging undelivered in the jaws.
There was such quiet that I heard their boots
Crunching the stubble twenty yards away.
He lay down and said, 'Give these fellows theirs,
I'm in no hurry,' plucking grass in handfuls
And tossing it in the air. 'That looks well.'
(He nodded at my white cloth on the grass.)
'I declare a woman could lay out a field
Though boys like us have little call for cloths.'
He winked, then watched me as I poured a cup
And buttered the thick slices that he likes.
'It's threshing better than I thought, and mid
It's good clean seed. Away over there and look.'
Always this inspection has to be made
Even when I don't know what to look for.
But I ran my hand in the half-filled bags
Hooked to the slots. It was hard as shot,
Innumerable and cool. The bags gaped
Where the chutes ran back to the stilled drum
And forks were stuck at angles in the ground
As javelins might mark lost battlefields.
I moved between them back across the stubble.
They lay in the ring of their own crusts and dregs,
Smoking and saying nothing. 'There's good yield,
Isn't there?' --as proud as if he were the land itself--
'Enough for crushing and sowing both.'
And that was it. I'd come and he had shown me,
So I belonged no further to the work.
I gathered cups and folded up the cloth
And went. But they still kept their ease,
Spread out, unbuttoned, grateful, under the trees.
*What does it mean? Is there a deeper meaning? Is the any rhythem or figurative language? What does the title have to do with the rest of the poem?
Posted on 31 December 2011 | 6:32 am
Resolved Question: English Poetry help!
if you were to answer these questions, how would you answer? i don't want fully answered but the important bits that i can add in these?
1. discuss seamus Heaneys poetry in the light of this statement?
2. Haney's poetry celebrates traditional crafts. in this chosen craft of poetry, Heaney too is a master craftsman give your opinion of this assessment of Heaney's poetry?
3. the celebration of people and relationships in Heaney's poetry is characterised by honesty and tender-ism. discuss this statement.
4. Heaney's poetry transforms the ordinary into the extra ordinary, discuss this statement with reference to the poems you have studied.
i only have to do one question out of this, but confused which one cause i don't even understand them
Posted on 19 September 2011 | 3:43 am