Seamus Heaney

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

Comments about Seamus Heaney

  • snoop dog (6/15/2018 7:48:00 AM)

    nwa is so cool if you dont like it you a fool

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  • jimmy savel (6/15/2018 7:44:00 AM)

    i hate poemssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

  • liam gay (6/15/2018 7:44:00 AM)

    I love scarlet! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

  • jake brown (6/15/2018 7:22:00 AM)

    liam look next to you

  • jake brown (6/15/2018 7:18:00 AM)

    cool I made it call my mum

  • Luna Eclipse (5/17/2018 7:43:00 AM)

    Don't care. I'm only here for my English class that I don't give a f**k about... :)

  • 696969696 (5/9/2018 8:38:00 AM)

    i ur mom over and over and over againj

  • Pattypoo (4/23/2018 1:59:00 PM)

    Does anyone know the poem by Heaney which talks about the Peace Agreement and open border in Ireland?

  • Autisticbuzz (3/22/2018 4:39:00 AM)

    hutchy loves this man I don't but I love eatin a good sloppy poo

  • Jeff 54 (3/19/2018 9:32:00 AM)

    off! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Best Poem of Seamus Heaney

Follower

My father worked with a horse-plough,
His shoulders globed like a full sail strung
Between the shafts and the furrow.
The horse strained at his clicking tongue.

An expert. He would set the wing
And fit the bright steel-pointed sock.
The sod rolled over without breaking.
At the headrig, with a single pluck

Of reins, the sweating team turned round
And back into the land. His eye
Narrowed and angled at the ground,
Mapping the furrow exactly.

I stumbled in his hob-nailed wake,
Fell sometimes on the polished sod;
Sometimes he rode me on his ...

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Casualty

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He would drink by himself
And raise a weathered thumb
Towards the high shelf,
Calling another rum
And blackcurrant, without
Having to raise his voice,
Or order a quick stout

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