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Cargando... 100 Poems (edición 2020)por Seamus Heaney (Autor)
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Inscríbete en LibraryThing para averiguar si este libro te gustará. Actualmente no hay Conversaciones sobre este libro. "...So if, my dear, there sometimes seem to be Old bridges breaking between you and me, Never fear. We may let the scaffolds fall, Confident that we have built our wall." ("Scaffolding," p. 13) "We have no prairies To slice a big sun at evening - Everywhere the eye concedes to Encroaching horizon..." ("Bogland," p. 20) "Yet for all this art and sedentary trade I am incapable. The famous Northern reticence, the tight gag of place And times... Where to be saved you only must save face And whatever you say, you say nothing. ... O land of password, handgrip, wink and nod, Of open minds as open as a trap..." (from "Whatever You Say Say Nothing," p. 43-44) "And that moment when the bird sings very close To the music of what happens." ("Song," p. 73) sin reseñas | añadir una reseña
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Coinciding with the National Library of Ireland launching a major exhibition dedicated to the life and work of Heaney, this volume is a singular, accessible collection for new and younger readers that has the opportunity to reach far and wide, now, and for years to come. No se han encontrado descripciones de biblioteca. |
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But I do. Just as I am stirred by his words, his perceptions, his way of capturing a thought or juxtaposing two things I would never think to put together (and no, I'm not carried off by every single one of these 100 poems, but by many, *many*, I am), I am also grateful to him. For his honesty, his vulnerability, his tenderness for selves and technologies and humans and leafy spaces that no longer are or are not yet, as in a poem to his toddler grandchild in later years. He has room for all of these in him, and I recognise my own complexity reflected in his, and am grateful for this gentle companion in life. ( )