Seamus Heaney

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

Seamus Heaney Poems

1. A Suit 10/9/2015
2. ‘When all the others were away at Mass' 7/23/2015
3. Anything Can Happen 2/19/2015
4. Villanelle For An Anniversary 2/9/2015
5. Oysters 12/16/2014
6. Tankas For Toraiwa 1/10/2012
7. The Perch 12/28/2011
8. The Otter 12/28/2011
9. Testimony 12/28/2011
10. The Harvest Bow 11/11/2010
11. The Tollund Man 11/11/2010
12. The Grauballe Man 12/28/2011
13. Keeping Going 12/28/2011
14. The Early Purges 12/28/2011
15. Lovers On Aran 12/28/2011
16. From Lightenings 11/11/2010
17. Song 11/11/2010
18. Mossbawn: Two Poems In Dedication 12/28/2011
19. Casualty 11/11/2010
20. Anahorish 12/28/2011
21. Strange Fruit 12/28/2011
22. Docker 11/11/2010
23. Exposure 12/28/2011
24. From The Frontier Of Writing 12/28/2011
25. Limbo 12/28/2011
26. Rite Of Spring 12/28/2011
27. A Kite For Aibhín 12/28/2011
28. Personal Helicon 11/11/2010
29. Act Of Union 11/11/2010
30. Bogland 12/28/2011
31. Clearances 12/28/2011
32. Death Of A Naturalist 12/28/2011
33. Postscript 12/28/2011
34. Requiem For The Croppies 12/28/2011
35. Twice Shy 12/28/2011
36. Follower 12/28/2011
37. Digging 12/28/2011
38. Blackberry-Picking 12/28/2011
39. Mid-Term Break 12/28/2011
Best Poem of Seamus Heaney

Mid-Term Break

I sat all morning in the college sick bay
Counting bells knelling classes to a close.
At two o'clock our neighbors drove me home.

In the porch I met my father crying--
He had always taken funerals in his stride--
And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow.

The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram
When I came in, and I was embarrassed
By old men standing up to shake my hand

And tell me they were 'sorry for my trouble,'
Whispers informed strangers I was the eldest,
Away at school, as my mother held my hand

In hers and coughed out angry ...

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Docker

There, in the corner, staring at his drink.
The cap juts like a gantry's crossbeam,
Cowling plated forehead and sledgehead jaw.
Speech is clamped in the lips' vice.

That fist would dropp a hammer on a Catholic-
Oh yes, that kind of thing could start again;
The only Roman collar he tolerates
Smiles all round his sleek pint of porter.

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