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Seamus Heaney

No encuentro un caso en que los poemas hayan cambiado al mundo,
pero lo que si hacen es cambiar el entendimiento
que la gente tiene de lo que pasa en él.

Seamus Heaney


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Stepping Stones

voz del autor
Faber - Penguin Audiobooks

Seamus Heaney

Disco completo
Título
"Mossbawn"

Sunlight

Personal Helicon

Bogland
texto

The Tollund Man

Punishment

Strange Fruit

Exposure

Oysters

Casualty
"Glanmore Sonnets"

2, 3, 7, 10
"Station Island"

VII

Ugolino
"The Haw Lantern"

Alphabets

From the Republic of Conscience
"Clearances"

Prologue, 2, 3, 5, 8

The Wishing Tree

Fosterling
"Lightenings"

i, ii, vi, vii, viii
"Crossings"

xxvii, xxxii, xxxiii, xxxiv

Tollund

St Kevin and the Blackbird
texto

Mint

At the Wellhead


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The poet speaks

voz del autor
ARGO

Seamus Heaney

Título

Poem for Mary

St Francis and the birds
texto


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Beowulf

a new translation
voz del autor
Faber - Penguin Audiobooks

Seamus Heaney

Disco completo
Título

Capítulo 1

Capítulo 2

Capítulo 3

Capítulo 4

Capítulo 5

Capítulo 6

Capítulo 7

Capítulo 8

Capítulo 9

Capítulo 10

Capítulo 11

Capítulo 12

Capítulo 13

Capítulo 14

Capítulo 15

Capítulo 16

Capítulo 17

Capítulo 18

Capítulo 19

Capítulo 20

Capítulo 21

Capítulo 22

Capítulo 23

Capítulo 24

Capítulo 25

Capítulo 26

Capítulo 27

Capítulo 28

Capítulo 29

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Seamus Heaney
textos


St Kevin and the Blackbird



And then there was St Kevin and the blackbird.
The saint is kneeling, arms stretched out, inside
His cell, but the cell is narrow, so

One turned-up palm is out the window, stiff
As a crossbeam, when a blackbird lands
And lays in it and settles down to nest.

Kevin feels the warm eggs, the small breast, the tucked
Neat head and claws and, finding himself linked
Into the network of eternal life,

Is moved to pity: now he must hold his hand
Like a branch out in the sun and rain for weeks
Until the young are hatched and fledged and flown.

*

And since the whole thing's imagined anyhow,
Imagine being Kevin. Which is he?
Self-forgetful or in agony all the time

From the neck on out down through his hurting forearms?
Are his fingers sleeping? Does he still feel his knees?
Or has the shut-eyed blank of underearth

Crept up through him? Is there distance in his head?
Alone and mirrored clear in love's deep river,
'To labour and not to seek reward,' he prays,
A prayer his body makes entirely
For he has forgotten self, forgotten bird
And on the riverbank forgotten the river's name.



St Francis and the Birds



When Francis preached love to the birds
They listened, fluttered, throttled up
Into the blue like a flock of words
Released for fun from his holy lips.
Then wheeled back, whirred about his head,
Pirouetted on brothers' capes.
Danced on the wing, for sheer joy played
And sang, like images took flight.
Which was the best poem Francis made,
His argument true, his tone light.


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