#opened ground

[antigonick]

He lived there in the unsayable lights. He saw the fuchsia in a drizzling noon, The elderflower at dusk like a risen moon And green fields greying on the windswept heights.   

—Seamus Heaney, excerpt of "The Glanmore Sonnets (VI), in Opened Ground

[lifeinpoetry]

To be older and grateful

That this time you too were half-grateful The pangs had begun—prepared And clear-headed, foreknowing

The trauma, entering on it With full consent of the will.

— Seamus Heaney, “A Pillowed Head,” Opened Ground: Selected Poems, 1966-1996, as excerpted in Julia Guez's The Certain Body

[bocceclub]

"Whatever You Say Say Nothing". From North, Seamus Heaney.

[sleepsonitsaxis-blog]

A shelfie of Nick’s reads in Resurrection: Recalled to Life

[quotesandstardust]

Strange, it is a huge nothing that we fear.

Seamus Heaney, Death of a Naturalist

[madame-verte]

“We were small and thought we knew nothing Worth knowing. We thought words travelled the wires In the shiny pouches of raindrops, Each one seeded full with the light Of the sky, the gleam of the lines, and ourselves So infinitesimally scaled We could stream through the eye of a needle.”

  ― Seamus Heaney, Opened Ground: Selected Poems, 1966-1996. 

[zoestudieshistory-blog]

3/02 [Day 11/100] // so I’ve officially started year 12 and already it’s ridiculously hectic but that’s okay! Today’s homework consists of poetry analysis for Lit ft. pretty pens

[quotesandstardust]

I rhyme to see myself, to set the darkness echoing.

Seamus Heaney, Death of a Naturalist