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Seeing Things (1991), as Edward Hirsch wrote in The New York Times Book Review, "is a book of thresholds and crossings, of losses balanced by marvels, of casting and gathering and the hushed, contrary air between water and sky, earth and heaven." Along with translations from the Aeneid and the Inferno, this book offers several poems about Seamus Heaney's late father.

Published: Macmillan Publishers on Jan 13, 2014
ISBN: 9781466855731
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Heaney is my favorite contemporary poet and this is a great collection of his work. I particularly like the verses when he talks about playing with a bicycle wheel in a mud puddle.read more
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I am still mad at Mr. Heaney for what he did to Beowulf. He turned it into an Irish poem, when it has a clear Germanic pedigree. I find his poetry turgid and thoroughly un-enjoyable. His poems seem as disconnected, random, thoughts. It does not even possess the clarity of stream of consciousness. So there. Read it yourself, and disagree, but I won’t change my mind. Only an occasional interesting lines enable me to give it any stars at all. (2 stars)--Jim, 10/26/10read more
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Heaney is my favorite contemporary poet and this is a great collection of his work. I particularly like the verses when he talks about playing with a bicycle wheel in a mud puddle.
Is this review helpful? Yes | NoThank you for your feedback.
I am still mad at Mr. Heaney for what he did to Beowulf. He turned it into an Irish poem, when it has a clear Germanic pedigree. I find his poetry turgid and thoroughly un-enjoyable. His poems seem as disconnected, random, thoughts. It does not even possess the clarity of stream of consciousness. So there. Read it yourself, and disagree, but I won’t change my mind. Only an occasional interesting lines enable me to give it any stars at all. (2 stars)--Jim, 10/26/10
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