Seamus Heaney

Rookie (April 13,1939 - August 30, 2013 / Castledàwson, County Londonderry)

A Kite For Aibhín - Poem by Seamus Heaney

Air from another life and time and place,
Pale blue heavenly air is supporting
A white wing beating high against the breeze,
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Comments about A Kite For Aibhín by Seamus Heaney

  • (9/3/2016 11:19:00 AM)

    I like this poem, a lovely childhood recollection, or is it? (Report) Reply

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  • Fabrizio Frosini (5/23/2016 4:54:00 AM)

    the beginning of the poem 'L'Aquilone', by Giovanni Pascoli:


    C'è qualcosa di nuovo oggi nel sole,
    anzi d'antico: io vivo altrove, e sento
    che sono intorno nate le viole.

    Son nate nella selva del convento
    dei cappuccini, tra le morte foglie
    che al ceppo delle quercie agita il vento.

    Si respira una dolce aria che scioglie
    le dure zolle, e visita le chiese
    di campagna, ch'erbose hanno le soglie:

    un'aria d'altro luogo e d'altro mese
    e d'altra vita: un'aria celestina
    che regga molte bianche ali sospese...
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  • Abhipsa Tripathy (6/10/2014 7:13:00 AM)

    Wow! a very nice poem on kite, I have never experienced to fly a kite but I enjoyed it very much & I invite you to red my poems sir. (Report) Reply

  • Joe Breunig (12/10/2013 5:04:00 AM)

    An enjoyable piece; I too have lost many a kite; RIP Seamus.

    -Joe Breunig,
    Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory
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  • Patricia Grantham (9/5/2013 7:18:00 PM)

    A nice poem in the art of flying a kite. I remember that special
    activity on a clear blue day and not so windy. Still the calm is
    disturbed by an unforeseen gust of wind that causes the kite
    to spiral upward and flutter down to get lodged in a tree. Unable
    to dislodge the kite the string is cut and the kite is rising to heights
    unknown. A thoughtful write.
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