Eavan Boland, a giant of Irish poetry, has died. I’ve always loved this poem of hers ‘Quarantine’ which was inspired by a story recorded during the Irish famine. It was also apparently a favourite of Seamus Heaney.
‘Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests. I’ll dig with it.’ From the poetry archives, Jarvis Cocker reads Digging by Seamus Heaney.
Anything can happen, the tallest towers be overturned, those in high places daunted, those overlooked regarded. - Seamus Heaney
Anything can happen, the tallest towers Be overturned, those in high places daunted, Those overlooked regarded. A few lines from Seamus Heaney that seem very relevant today.
In today's #comfortandhope @bbclysedoucet reads from a poet whose works she has carried with her since leaving Canada. ‘The Cure At Troy’ by Seamus Heaney reminds her in the "darkest of times any light, no matter how small, burns so brightly" #R4Today
'If we winter this one out, we can summer anywhere.' Seamus Heaney
Five Seamus Heaney poems are being displayed on public transport to mark what would have been the poet's 80th birthday - and to remind people to take a moment and listen now again.
'You are neither here nor there, A hurry through which known and strange things pass As big soft buffetings come at the car sideways And catch the heart off guard and blow it open.' From 'Postscript' Remembering Seamus Heaney today on what would have been his 80th birthday.
"Once in a lifetime the longed for tidal wave of justice can rise up, and hope and history rhyme." - Seamus Heaney