Rite of Spring (Seamus Heaney Poem)
So winter closed its fist And got it stuck in the pump. The plunger froze up a lump In its ...
Seamus Heaney Poems (30 Poems)
Exposure (Seamus Heaney Poem)
It is December in Wicklow: Alders dripping, birches Inheriting the last light, The ash tree cold to look at. A ...
Lovers on Aran (Seamus Heaney Poem)
The timeless waves, bright, sifting, broken glass, Came dazzling around, into the rocks, Came glinting, sifting from the Americas To ...
Song (Seamus Heaney Poem)
A rowan like a lipsticked girl. Between the by-road and the main road Alder trees at a wet and dripping ...
Docker (Seamus Heaney Poem)
There, in the corner, staring at his drink. The cap juts like a gantry's crossbeam, Cowling plated forehead and sledgehead ...
Mossbawn: Two Poems in Dedication (Seamus Heaney Poem)
1. Sunlight There was a sunlit absence. The helmeted pump in the yard heated its iron, water honeyed in the ...
Keeping Going (Seamus Heaney Poem)
The piper coming from far away is you With a whitewash brush for a sporran Wobbling round you, a kitchen ...
The Harvest Bow (Seamus Heaney Poem)
As you plaited the harvest bow You implicated the mellowed silence in you In wheat that does not rust But ...
From The Frontier Of Writing (Seamus Heaney Poem)
The tightness and the nilness round that space when the car stops in the road, the troops inspect its make ...
The Otter (Seamus Heaney Poem)
When you plunged The light of Tuscany wavered And swung through the pool From top to bottom. I loved your ...
Testimony (Seamus Heaney Poem)
'We were killing pigs when the Yanks arrived. A Tuesday morning, sunlight and gutter-blood Outside the slaughter house. >From the ...
Twice Shy (Seamus Heaney Poem)
Her scarf a la Bardot, In suede flats for the walk, She came with me one evening For air and ...
Anahorish (Seamus Heaney Poem)
My "place of clear water," the first hill in the world where springs washed into the shiny grass and darkened ...
Bogland (Seamus Heaney Poem)
for T. P. Flanagan We have no prairies To slice a big sun at evening-- Everywhere the eye concedes to ...
Casualty (Seamus Heaney Poem)
I He would drink by himself And raise a weathered thumb Towards the high shelf, Calling another rum And blackcurrant, ...
Postscript (Seamus Heaney Poem)
And some time make the time to drive out west Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore, In September or ...
The Tollund Man (Seamus Heaney Poem)
I Some day I will go to Aarhus To see his peat-brown head, The mild pods of his eye-lids, His ...
Act of Union (Seamus Heaney Poem)
I To-night, a first movement, a pulse, As if the rain in bogland gathered head To slip and flood: a ...
Personal Helicon (Seamus Heaney Poem)
As a child, they could not keep me from wells And old pumps with buckets and windlasses. I loved the ...
The Perch (Seamus Heaney Poem)
Perch on their water perch hung in the clear Bann River Near the clay bank in alder dapple and waver, ...
The Grauballe Man (Seamus Heaney Poem)
As if he had been poured in tar, he lies on a pillow of turf and seems to weep the ...
Death Of A Naturalist (Seamus Heaney Poem)
All year the flax-dam festered in the heart Of the townland; green and heavy headed Flax had rotted there, weighted ...
The Early Purges (Seamus Heaney Poem)
I was six when I first saw kittens drown. Dan Taggart pitched them, 'the scraggy wee shits', Into a bucket; ...
Strange Fruit (Seamus Heaney Poem)
Here is the girl's head like an exhumed gourd. Oval-faced, prune-skinned, prune-stones for teeth. They unswaddled the wet fern of ...
Requiem for the Croppies (Seamus Heaney Poem)
The pockets of our greatcoats full of barley... No kitchens on the run, no striking camp... We moved quick and ...
Limbo (Seamus Heaney Poem)
Fishermen at Ballyshannon Netted an infant last night Along with the salmon. An illegitimate spawning, A small one thrown back ...
Mid-Term Break (Seamus Heaney Poem)
I sat all morning in the college sick bay Counting bells knelling classes to a close. At two o'clock our ...
Digging (Seamus Heaney Poem)
Between my finger and my thumb The squat pin rest; snug as a gun. Under my window, a clean rasping ...
Blackberry-Picking (Seamus Heaney Poem)
Late August, given heavy rain and sun For a full week, the blackberries would ripen. At first, just one, a ...
Follower (Seamus Heaney Poem)
My father worked with a horse-plough, His shoulders globed like a full sail strung Between the shafts and the furrow. ...