Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests. I'll dig with it.
Death of a Naturalist, "Digging" (1966).
God is a foreman with certain definite viewsWho orders life in shifts of work and leisure.Seamus Heaney
Human beings suffer,they torture one another,they get hurt and get hard.No poem or play or songcan fully right a wronginflicted or endured.Seamus Heaney
Is there life before death? That's chalked upIn Ballymurphy. Competence with pain,Coherent miseries, a bite and a sup,We hug our little destiny again.Seamus Heaney
I rhymeTo see myself, to set the darkness echoing.Seamus Heaney
Don't be surprised if I demur, for, be advisedMy passport's green.No glass of ours was ever raisedTo toast The Queen.Seamus Heaney
För ett författarskap av lyrisk skönhet och etiskt djup, som lyfter fram vardagens mirakler och det levande förflutna.Seamus Heaney
She taught me what her uncle once taught her: How easily the biggest coal block split If you got the grain and hammer angled right. The sound of that relaxed alluring blow, Its co-opted and obliterated echo, Taught me to hit, taught me to loosen, Taught me between the hammer and the block To face the music. Teach me now to listen, To strike it rich behind the linear black.Seamus Heaney