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Authors: Seamus Heaney

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  • Railway Children, The
    1
  • Rain Stick, The
    1
  • Relic of Memory
    1
  • Requiem for the Croppies
    1
  • Return, The
    1
  • Riddle, The
    1
  • Royal Prospect, A
    1
  • St Kevin and the Blackbird
    1
  • Sandstone Keepsake
    1
  • Scrabble
    1
  • Scribes, The
    1
  • Seed Cutters, The
    1
  • Seeing Things
    1
  • Serenades
    1
  • Servant Boy
    1
  • Setting
    1
  • Settings
    1
  • Settle Bed, The
    1
  • Sheelagh na Gig
    1
  • Shelf Life,
    from
    1
  • Shore Woman
    1
  • Sibyl
    1
  • Singer’s House, The
    1
  • Skunk, The
    1
  • Skylight, The
    1
  • Sloe Gin
    1
  • Sofa in the Forties, A
    1
  • Song
    1
  • Spoonbait, The
    1
  • Squarings
    1
  • Station Island
    1
  • Stations of the West, The
    1
  • Stone from Delphi
    1
  • Stone Verdict, The
    1
  • Strand, The
    1
  • Strand at Lough Beg, The
    1
  • Strange Fruit
    1
  • Summer 1969
    1
  • Summer Home
    1
  • Sunlight
    1
  • Sweeney in Flight
    1
  • Sweeney Redivivus
    1
  • Sweeney Redivivus,
    from
    1
  • Swing, The
    1
  • Terminus
    1
  • Thatcher
    1
  • Tinder
    1
  • Tollund
    1
  • Tollund Man, The
    1
  • Toome
    1
  • Toome Road, The
    1
  • Transgression, A
    1
  • Trial Runs
    1
  • Triptych
    1
  • Two Lorries
    1
  • Two Stick Drawings
    1
  • Ugolino
    1
  • Underground, The
    1
  • Undine
    1
  • Up the Shore
    1
  • Viking Dublin: Trial Pieces
    1
  • Villanelle for an Anniversary
    1
  • Vision
    1
  • Visitant
    1
  • Voices from Lemnos
    1
  • Walk, The
    1
  • Wanderer, The
    1
  • Watchman’s War, The
    1
  • Wedding Day
    1
  • Weighing In
    1
  • Westering
    1
  • Whatever You Say Say Nothing,
    from
    1
  • Wheels within Wheels
    1
  • Whinlands
    1
  • Whitby-sur-Moyola
    1
  • Widgeon
    1
  • Wife’s Tale, The
    1
  • Wishing Tree, The
    1
  • Wolfe Tone
    1
  • A boat that did not rock or wobble once
    1
  • A carter’s trophy
    1
  • A cobble thrown a hundred years ago
    1
  • A gland agitating
    1
  • A hurry of bell-notes
    1
  • A latch lifting, an edged den of light
    1
  • A line goes out of sight and out of mind
    1
  • A rowan like a lipsticked girl
    1
  • A shadow his father makes with joined hands
    1
  • A soft whoosh, the sunset blaze
    1
  • A spirit moved, John Harvard walked the yard
    1
  • A stagger in air
    1
  • A thick crust, coarse-grained as limestone rough-cast
    1
  • Aeneas was praying and holding on the altar
    1
  • All
    gone
    into
    the
    world
    of
    light?
    Perhaps
    1
  • All I know is a door into the dark
    1
  • All of us on the sofa in a line, kneeling
    1
  • All through that Sunday afternoon
    1
  • All year round the whin
    1
  • All year the flax-dam festered in the heart
    1
  • Always there would be stories of lights
    1
  • An old man’s hands, like soft paws rowing forward
    1
  • And lightening? One meaning of that
    1
  • And some time make the time to drive out west
    1
  • And strike this scene in gold too, in relief
    1
  • And then there was St Kevin and the blackbird
    1
  • And yes, my friend, we too walked through a valley
    1
  • Angling shadows of itself are what
    1
  • Any point in that wood
    1
  • As a child, they could not keep me from wells
    1
  • As he prowled the rim of his clearing
    1
  • As if a trespasser
    1
  • As if he had been poured
    1
  • As if the prisms of the kaleidoscope
    1
  • As you came with me in silence
    1
  • As you plaited the harvest bow
    1
  • At school I loved one picture’s heavy greenness
    1
  • At Troy, at Athens, what I most dearly
    1
  • Bare flags. Pump water. Winter-evening cold
    1
  • Be literal a moment. Recollect
    1
  • Bespoke for weeks, he turned up some morning
    1
  • Between my finger and my thumb
    1
  • Big voices in the womanless kitchen
    1
  • Black water. White waves. Furrows snowcapped
    1
  • Blurred swimmings as I faced the sun, my back
    1
  • Breaking and entering: from early on
    1
  • Caedmon too I was lucky to have known
    1
  • ‘Catch the old one first’
    1
  • Choose one set of tracks and track a hare
    1
  • Cities of grass. Fort walls. The dumbstruck palace
    1
  • Claire O’Reilly used her granny’s stick
    1
  • Cloudburst and steady downpour now
    1
  • Cut from the green hedge a forked hazel stick
    1
  • ‘Description is revelation!’ Royal
    1
  • Deserted harbour stillness. Every stone
    1
  • Dogger, Rockall, Malin, Irish Sea
    1
  • Everything flows. Even a solid man
    1
  • Far from home Grotus dedicated an altar to Coventina
    1
  • Fear of affectation made her affect
    1
  • Fingertips just tipping you would send you
    1
  • Fishermen at Ballyshannon
    1
  • For beauty, say an ash-fork staked in peat
    1
  • For certain ones what was written may come true
    1
  • Freckle-face, fox-head, pod of the broom
    1
  • Glamoured the road, the day, and him and her
    1
  • Gules and cement dust. A matte tacky blood
    1
  • Hazel stealth. A trickle in the culvert
    1
  • He dwelt in himself
    1
  • He is wintering out
    1
  • He lived there in the unsayable lights
    1
  • He slashed the briars, shovelled up grey silt
    1
  • He would drink by himself
    1
  • Heather and kesh and turf-stacks reappear
    1
  • Here is the girl’s head like an exhumed gourd
    1
  • Hide in the hollow trunk
    1
  • His bicycle stood at the window-sill
    1
  • His hands were warm and small and knowledgeable
    1
  • ‘Hold on, ‘ she said, ‘I’ll just run out and get him’
    1
  • Houndstooth stone. Aberdeen of the mind
    1
  • I am afraid
    1
  • I can feel the tug
    1
  • I dreamt we slept on a moss in Donegal
    1
  • I had come to the edge of the water
    1
  • I have crossed the dunes with their whistling bent
    1
  • I heard new words prayed at cows
    1
  • I knelt. Hiatus. Habit’s afterlife
    1
  • I lay waiting
    1
  • I love the thought of his anger
    1
  • I met a girl from Derrygarve
    1
  • (I misremembered. He went down on all fours)
    1
  • I moved like a double agent among the big concepts
    1
  • I never warmed to them
    1
  • I returned to a long strand
    1
  • I sat all morning in the college sick bay
    1
  • I shouldered a kind of manhood
    1
  • I sit under Rand McNally’s
    1
  • I stepped it, perch by perch
    1
  • I stirred wet sand and gathered myself
    1
  • I stood between them
    1
  • I thought of her as the wishing tree that died
    1
  • I thought of walking round and round a space
    1
  • I used to lie with an ear to the line
    1
  • I was a lookout posted and forgotten
    1
  • I was four but I turned four hundred maybe
    1
  • I was parked on a high road, listening
    1
  • I went disguised in it
    1
  • I’m writing this just after an encounter
    1
  • In a semicircle we toed the line
    1
  • In famous poems by the sage Han Shan
    1
  • In ponds, drains, dead canals
    1
  • In the first flush of the Easter holidays
    1
  • In the last minutes he said more to her
    1
  • Inishbofin on a Sunday morning
    1
  • It could be a jaw-bone
    1
  • It had been badly shot
    1
  • It is a kind of chalky russet
    1
  • It is December in Wicklow
    1
  • It kept treading air
    1
  • It looked like a clump of small dusty nettles
    1
  • It rained when it should have snowed
    1
  • It was more sleepwalk than spasm
    1
  • It’s raining on black coal and warm wet ashes
    1
  • Kelly’s kept an unlicensed bull, well away
    1
  • Kinned by hieroglyphic
    1
  • Labourers pedalling at ease
    1
  • Lamps dawdle in the field at midnight
    1
  • Late August, given heavy rain and sun
    1
  • Late summer, and at midnight
    1
  • Leaving the white glow of filling stations
    1
  • Light as a skiff, manoeuvrable
    1
  • Light was calloused in the leaded panes
    1
  • Like a convalescent, I took the hand
    1
  • Love, I shall perfect for you the child
    1
  • Matutinal. Mother-of-pearl
    1
  • Memory as a building or a city
    1
  • Mountain air from the mountain up behind
    1
  • Morning stir in the hostel. A pot
    1
  • ‘My brain dried like spread turf, my stomach’
    1
  • My cheek was hit and hit
    1
  • My father worked with a horse-plough
    1
  • My mouth holds round
    1
  • My ‘place of clear water’
    1
  • My tongue moved, a swung relaxing hinge
    1
  • No such thing
    1
  • Of all implements, the pitchfork was the one
    1
  • Often I watched her lift it
    1
  • On Devenish I heard a snipe
    1
  • On my first night in the Gaeltacht
    1
  • On St Brigid’s Day the new life could be entered
    1
  • On the day of their excursion up the Thames
    1
  • On the most westerly Blasket
    1
  • ‘On you go now! Run, son, like the devil’
    1
  • Once, as a child, out in a field of sheep
    1
  • Once we presumed to found ourselves for good
    1
  • One afternoon I was seraph on gold leaf
    1
  • One morning early I met armoured cars
    1
  • Or, as we said
    1
  • Our shells clacked on the plates
    1
  • Outside the kitchen window a black rat
    1
  • Overhang of grass and seedling birch
    1
  • Polished linoleum shone there. Brass taps shone
    1
  • River gravel. In the beginning, that
    1
  • Riverback, the long rigs
    1
  • Roof it again. Batten down. Dig in
    1
  • Running water never disappointed
    1
  • Sand-bed, they said. And gravel-bed. Before
    1
  • Scissor-and-slap abruptness of a latch
    1
  • Scuts of froth swirled from the discharge pipe
    1
  • Scythe and axe and hedge-clippers, the shriek
    1
  • Sensings, mountings from the hiding places
    1
  • She came every morning to draw water
    1
  • She would plunge all poets in the ninth circle
    1
  • Shifting brilliancies. Then winter light
    1
  • Sky-born and royal
    1
  • So, he would pay his ‘debt to medicine’
    1
  • So a new similitude is given us
    1
  • Soft corrugations in the boortree’s trunk
    1
  • Some day I will go to Aarhus
    1
  • Some people wept, and not for sorrow – joy
    1
  • Squarings? In the game of marbles, squarings
    1
  • Statues with exposed hearts and barbed-wire crowns
    1
  • Strange how things in the offing, once they’re sensed
    1
  • Take hold of the shaft of the pen
    1
  • That Sunday morning we had travelled far
    1
  • The annals say: when the monks of Clonmacnoise
    1
  • The big missal splayed
    1
  • The bronze soldier hitches a bronze cape
    1
  • The clear weather of juniper
    1
  • The cool that came off sheets just off the line
    1
  • The deal table where he wrote, so small and plain
    1
  • The dotted line my father’s ashplant made
    1
  • The drumming started in the cool of the evening, as if the
    1
  • The 56 lb weight. A solid iron
    1
  • The first real grip I ever got on things
    1
  • The following for the record, in the light
    1
  • The guttersnipe and the albatross
    1
  • The Irish nightingale
    1
  • The lambeg balloons at his belly, weighs
    1
  • The living mother-of-pearl of a salmon
    1
  • The lough waters
    1
  • The lough will claim a victim every year
    1
  • The man the hare has met
    1
  • The piper coming from far away is you
    1
  • The pockets of our greatcoats full of barley
    1
  • The riverbed, dried-up, half-full of leaves
    1
  • The road ahead
    1
  • The royal roads were cow paths
    1
  • The sandmartins’ nests were loopholes of darkness
    1
  • The smells of ordinariness
    1
  • The teacher let some big boys out at two
    1
  • The tightness and the nilness round that space
    1
  • The visible sea at a distance from the shore
    1
  • The wintry haw is burning out of season
    1
  • Then all of a sudden there appears to me
    1
  • There they were, as if our memory hatched them
    1
  • There was a sunlit absence
    1
  • There we were in the vaulted tunnel running
    1
  • They both needed to talk
    1
  • They seem hundreds of years away. Brueghel
    1
  • They’re busy in a high boat
    1
  • Thigh-deep in sedge and marigolds
    1
  • Three marble holes thumbed in the concrete road
    1
  • Threshed corn lay piled like grit of ivory
    1
  • Thunderlight on the split logs: big raindrops
    1
  • To be carried back to the shrine some dawn
    1
  • Tonight, a first movement, a pulse
    1

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