When the Bird Sings Very Close: Two Poems by Seamus Heaney

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Seamus Heaney at the University College Dublin, February 11, 2009. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Robert Lowell, one of my poetry heroes, called him “the most important Irish Poet since Yeats.” The Belfast Telegraph claims him as one of their own, since he grew up in Northern Ireland, in the village of Bellaghy, and will now be buried there in south Derry. Dublin seems to claim him since he lived, and now has died there on the 30th of August, just a few days ago. There are countless obituaries in publications across the globe. As if you really  need one more link in this post, here is a rather thorough one from the BBC, and another very thoughtful one from The Guardian.

It seems to be up for debate just how political he became or remained since the time of the Troubles in Northern Ireland. I am still studying this topic myself, but it seems whatever his political leanings, he was known and is widely remembered as a kind, welcoming, and sympathetic man.

His books of poetry, his translations, poems and essays are required texts in schools, right alongside Milton and Shakespeare. His awards are numerous, including the Nobel Prize for Literature and the T.S. Elliot Prize. Among his many teaching appointments was a time as the Professor of Poetry at Oxford University. There seems little doubt that Heaney was one of the world’s most, if not the world’s most widely known living poet in recent decades.

Now for my confession: I have not been much of a Heaney fan. Sacrilege, I know, but I think I am coming around as I’ve been reading him for days now, and listening to his readings online, since his death on Friday. Aside from my absolute love for his translation of “Beowulf,” and perhaps a few poems, like “Blackberry Picking,” I just couldn’t get into Heaney, for years. Perhaps it was the many Irish idioms that required me to do a lot of research just to understand the basics of his rural life in Derry. Perhaps it was my lack of knowledge about the finer details of the Troubles in Northern Ireland. Whatever the reasons, sometimes a poet doesn’t speak to you at a certain time of life, even if your mentor gives you all of his Heaney books before he dies.

A Rowan Tree, “like a lipsticked girl.”

Sorry, George, I am finally catching up, including the reading of his 1991 collection, Seeing Things. And as I read the poem “Song” I took the time to look up the Rowan Tree and see why Heaney would liken it to a “lipsticked girl,” and why the Imortelles (wild flowers) were something he associated with “perfect pitch.” I suddenly find myself in love with the poem. And after listening to the man himself read “The Blackbird of Glanmore,” well, being a lover of birds, how could I not fall for this poem, or his lovely musical way of reading it?

I confess that the first reading of mine below lacks some of the music that you may hear in the voices British readers. I love how Heaney’s enjambed lines are so beautifully rhymed and metered, but a flaw of being an American reader seems to be our way of blending one line into the next too quickly. Spokenverse’s Tom O’Bedlam has some good points about that in the description of his reading of “Twice Shy.”

And one more link before my recordings, here are 11 videos of Seamus Heaney reading his work for you to enjoy when you have time. They helped me start to appreciate this prominent writer a bit more.

To read along, click here to open a new window for the text of “Song,” and here for “Follower.”

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Immortelle des sables-Helichrysum arenarium (Photo credit: berardici)

17 Comments Add yours

  1. Turned out well I think.


    1. Why thank you, sir! I appreciate that.


  2. slpmartin says:

    A fine reading as is usually the case.


    1. High praise from a fine-voiced friend. Thank you, Charles.


  3. John says:

    Really nice readings …

    I’d have to agree with you that I’ve had a tough time with Heaney … but, as I was saying to another blogger friend of mine, having lived through the Irish Conflict, and just knowing the history of it, are not quite the same thing. Living through it makes an impact upon your character, your psyche. Reading about it doesn’t create that same sort of emotional resonance. I find that to be true of many poets from different cultures … they take a bit more work, because you have to take a bit more time with them, learn about the things that mattered to them.

    I had originally planned to do a reading of “Blackberry Picking” for my tribute, because I think it’s such a wonderful poem, but, when I saw the “Digging” video, I knew that I needed to share that instead. “Blackberry Picking” is a poem that could be about anywhere, anytime….but, “Digging” seems to be a poem firmly set in the Irish peat bogs, and it seemed to honor his Irishness. And, I loved hearing him read the poem — I find that listening to his readings have helped with my understandings.

    I really enjoyed your post, and your readings ….


    1. Thank you, John. Your digging video got me onto listening to more and more of his readings, and realizing that there was more hanging in his unsaid words between lines than I was hearing perhaps. Anyway it was a good way (between work) to spend my labor day weekend. 🙂 This is my Saturday evening, and I still have a day off tomorrow, so I may be able to share a couple of recordings I made of William Stafford who passed away 20 years ago on the 28th of August. Why does this feel more like memorial day than labor day? 🙂


  4. RIck says:

    Nice work David. I did not realize that he passed. Your memorials were well done.


    1. Thank you, O King of the Librarians. 🙂


  5. Jamie Dedes says:

    Honors the man and his work. Nicely done, David. I’m glad you are enjoying him now …


    1. Thank you! Me too.


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