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Seamus Heaney Death of a naturalist |
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Seamus Heaney Stepping Stones |
voz del autor Faber - Penguin Audiobooks cassete 90101 1995 |
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Seamus Heaney Beowulf A new translation |
voz de Seamus Heaney Faber - Penguin Audiobooks 3 CD´s 2000 |
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Seamus Heaney | textos |
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St Kevin and the Blackbird |
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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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