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Happy birthday, Seamus Heaney
I went to hear him read at NYU about 10 years ago. We sat in the auditorium at NYU, and the laughter never stopped – it was completely due to his own commentary, his own way. He recited his own … Continue reading
Like dolmens round my childhood, the old people
A couple years ago, my father told me to read this poem. It was one of his favorites. Like Dolmens Round My Childhood, The Old People by John Montague Like dolmens round my childhood, the old people. Jamie MacCrystal sang … Continue reading
“Having Confessed”
Having Confessed by Patrick Kavanagh Having confessed he feels That he should go down on his knees and pray For forgiveness for his pride, for having Dared to view his soul from the outside. Lie at the heart of the … Continue reading
Cast a cold eye
… On life, on death Horseman pass by — WB Yeats’s epitaph When we were small children, our dad made us memorize the epitaph in order to get part of our allowance (which was all of 75 cents). So all … Continue reading
“…You Aren’t So Much Trying To Describe It As Trying To Locate It.”
Wonderful interview of Seamus Heaney by Dennis O’Driscoll. One of my favorite excerpts from the interview: I had no particular gift for writing what were called “compositions”, and no particular enjoyment of it. But I do remember a moment, early … Continue reading
“It is to be a bond of the spirit only.”
Fantastic article about the new Yeats exhibit going on at the National Library in Dublin – which will (pretty please) eventually come to the States, if a library/museum steps up to the plate to host it. (That’s one of the … Continue reading
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Happy Birthday, William Butler Yeats
William Butler Yeats was born today, in 1865. Yeats is a great poet and all that, but I grew up pretty much “over” him because he was kind of omnipresent in our household. We were made to memorize his epitaph … Continue reading
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Today in History: January 28, 1939
William Butler Yeats died. And, of course, Yeats makes me think of my father. My first published piece in The Sewanee Review was about the Yeats-dad continuum. From memory now! And when I hear this poem, in my head – … Continue reading
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Tagged Ireland, Irish poetry, Maud Gonne, poetry, W.B. Yeats
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National Poetry Month: Seamus Heaney
This is for my dad. Seeing Things I Inishbofin on a Sunday morning. Sunlight, turfsmoke, seagulls, boatslip, diesel. One by one we were being handed down Into a boat that dipped and shilly-shallied Scaresomely every time. We sat tight On … Continue reading
National Poetry Month: William Butler Yeats
I wrote about my affection for this poem here – it was just a part of my childhood because of that Clancy Brothers album … I didn’t even know it was Yeats at the time! Of course his later poems … Continue reading