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Seamus Heaney is widely recognized as one of the major poets of the 20th century. A native of Northern Ireland, Heaney was raised in County Derry, and later lived for many years in Dublin. He was the author of over 20 volumes of poetry and criticism, and edited several widely used anthologies.
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Seamus Heaney is likely the best-selling English-language...
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- Sunlight
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- Three-piece
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- Fountains in the Sea
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- Seamus Heaney
8 de fev. de 2023 · 100 poems. by. Heaney, Seamus, 1939-2013, author. Publication date. 2018. Topics. POETRY / English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh, Poetry By Individual Poets. Publisher. London : Faber & Faber.
ALSO BY SEAMUS HEANEY POETRY ^^ ^^ ^^^ ^^ Death of a Naturalist IS E ^^\ »Jk# II | E Door into the Dark %J E ^^ WW \^ L I Wintering Out North Field Work A NEW VERSE TRANSLATION Poems 1965-1975 Sweeney Astray: A Version from the Irish Station Island The Haw Lantern SEAMUS HEANEY Selected Poems 1966-1987 Seeing Things
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1 de fev. de 2021 · Station Island. by. Heaney, Seamus, 1939-2013. Publication date. 1984. Publisher. London ; Boston : Faber. Collection.
12 de jan. de 2023 · Language. English. 1 volume ; 20 cm. This collection includes love poems and a sonnet sequence which concentrates themes apparent elsewhere in the book, the individual's responsibility for his own choices and the vulnerability of all in the face of circumstance and death. Originally published: 1979.
17 de nov. de 2013 · Article PDF Available. Seamus Heaney, 1939-2013. November 2013. ABEI Journal 15:11. DOI: 10.37389/abei.v15i0.3585. License. CC BY. Authors: Maurice Harmon. References (4) Abstract. Seamus...
Digging. By Seamus Heaney. Between my finger and my thumb. The squat pen rests; snug as a gun. Under my window, a clean rasping sound. When the spade sinks into gravelly ground: My father, digging. I look down. Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds.
