Seamus Heaney News, Pictures & Buzz

Poetry of his life  The New Indian Express

Train of thought  The Irish Times

Cork woman swaps construction sites for unique craft  Cork Beo

My Favourite Painting: Ned Denny  Country Life

Culture fix: Palgrave's Golden Treasury  Telegraph.co.uk

Stars align as heroic Tipperary shock Cork for first Munster SFC title in 85 years  Irish Examiner

The Poetry Programme Sunday 22 November 2020 - The Poetry Programme - RTÉ Radio 1  RTE.ie

Festive cheer on the cards as the holidays approach  Irish Examiner

Ross O’Carroll-Kelly: ‘I’ve storted a rumour Matt Damon wants to build a house on Coliemore road’  The Irish Times

Get your summary of the book: 'How to Read Literature Like a Professor'  Film Daily

Best books of 2020: critics' picks  Financial Times

Oh begorrah! The Wild Mountain Thyme Irish accent hilarity  IrishCentral

The threat to Joyce's Dublin  Apollo Magazine

What Joe Biden's victory means for US foreign policy  The New European

What Now?  The New Republic

Special celebration being organised to mark 25th anniversary of Seamus Heaney's Nobel Prize  Derry Now

Design in every detail of boutique scheme in Sandymount from €1.9m  The Irish Times

Rare piece of heaven in inspiring Wicklow setting for €2.35m  The Irish Times

A Century of Doom – Frank McNally on how things fall apart, but not Yeats’s most quoted poem  The Irish Times

Derry Girls creator Lisa McGee on writing Erin's diary and when we might see series three  iNews

iameldapitto: The faking of feelings is a sin against the imaginati#%. - Seamus Heaney

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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!!

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

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

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?

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