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  1. Followed by. The Cure at Troy. The Haw Lantern (1987) is a collection of poems written by Irish poet Seamus Heaney, the recipient of the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1995. Several of the poems—including the sonnet cycle "Clearances"—explore themes of mortality and loss inspired by the death of his mother, Margaret Kathleen Heaney ...

    • Seamus Heaney
    • 1987
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  3. Poets. Biographies. The Haw Lantern: A Comprehensive Literary Analysis by Seamus Heaney. Seamus Heaney’s “The Haw Lantern” is a collection of poems that explores various themes such as love, loss, death, and the complexities of human emotions.

  4. THE HAW LANTERN. Widely praised upon its publication in 1987, The Haw Lantern saw Heaney venture into new imaginative territory, with poems exploring the theme of loss – most notably ‘Clearances’, a celebrated sonnet sequence concerning the death of his mother ­– and meditations on the conscience of the writer, such as ‘Alphabets ...

  5. 20 de dez. de 1987 · Dec. 20, 1987. Seamus Heaney's new collection, ''The Haw Lantern,'' following three such powerful books as ''North,'' ''Field Work'' and ''Station Island,'' looks slender, probably because it...

  6. The Haw Lantern. The wintry haw is burning out of season, crab of the thorn, a small light for small people, wanting no more from them but that they keep. the wick of self-respect from dying out, not having to blind them with illumination. But sometimes when your breath plumes in the frost.

  7. The Haw Lantern. The wintry haw is burning out of season, crab of the thorn, a small light for small people, wanting no more from them but that they keep. the wick of self-respect from dying out, not having to blind them with illumination. But sometimes when your breath plumes in the frost. it takes the roaming shape of Diogenes.