Tag: Seamus Heaney

  • Slán Muireann Ní Bhrolcháin

    It was with great sadness that I learned of the death of Dr. Muireann Ní Bhrolcháin, Senior Lecturer of Early Irish (Sean-Ghaeilge), at the Centre for Irish Cultural Heritage at Maynooth University. Obituaries and remembrances are too formal a way to encapsulate the energies of the person who has passed away. What we may say […]

  • ‘The Elm Of The Aeneid’ and ‘Spadework’ by Peter O’ Neill

    The Elm of the Aeneid   After Virgil , Lines 282-295, Book VI     In the vast shadows of the Elm, Under her ancient boughs where, According to men dreams are allied to nightmare, Intricately woven into every arrow-headed leaf, There monstrous shapes and forms Become crafted by the elements, As beheld through the […]

  • 2011 poetry news, and online information for poets.

    Given that the Irish Times Books of the Year did not make mention of poetry books for 2011, I thought to add some links to Irish poetry  presses and imprints for those readers of poetry who are not catered for in the list-system. I have to say that I do not think of such ephemera […]

  • ‘Yes, Minister’ a poem by John Walsh

    While brushing my teeth I stop to think of the Minister’s words and I feel how lucky we are indeed to have a Green Minister like him to tell us not to be wasting water running it while brushing our teeth. And I wonder if he’s noticed that it’s been pissing the rain for weeks […]

  • Paul Muldoon and the Art of Poetry, No.87, Paris Review

    The Griffin Poetry Prize has been making excellent use of Social media, including Twitter to publicise this year’s prize list and as little of note happens in the Irish Sunday papers, I thought to add in by way of my blog their link to the Paris Review interview with Paul Muldoon . Poetry readers familiar with this site will know that it is  a rare occurrence for me to link to […]

  • “Wraiths III, White Nights” by Seamus Heaney.

    Wraiths III.  White Nights   Furrow-plodders in spats and bright-clasped brogues Are cradling bags and hoisting beribboned drones As their skilled neck-pullers’ fingers force the chanters   And the whole band starts rehearsing Its stupendous, swaggering march Inside the hall. Meanwhile   One twilight field and summer hedge away We wait for the learner who […]