Frost-wrapped fields
Norfolk is a small Netherlands of flat land and soaring firmament, cloud-churned. My grandmother lived there for about a decade...
Yours to win, not lose
These racing monosyllables have the pace and certainty of one who runs, and lives, as if he can only win. I...
Of temples and cathedrals
An unusual analysis of the difference between temples and cathedrals, which seems obvious once it has been pointed out.Â
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A great paradox
Heaney tackles the paradox of poetry and other arts, the fact that at one level 'no lyric ever stopped a...
And now for the news
A vivid image of a girl running to bring the latest news, like a French frigate sailing in.Â
Beguildy...
Clay-floored foetor
This humble and humbling triologism is from Seamus Heaney's eloquent commentary on a moving poem by Derek Mahon, 'A Disused...
To be forever on the road
A marvelous metaphor to describe poetry and its relationship to speaking; I like this notion of realising that speaking is...
Brandy-ball eyes
Well-ordered spirit
Three simple words perhaps summing up the pinnacle of much spiritual seeking, especially if once reached, it spills over with...
Like a house that stays standing
Recently, I've been turning over in my mind poems learned by heart, and searching the memory banks of some once...
Sound medical advice
I love a doctor's advice to the apathetic aristocrat Oblomov, suggesting he minimize stress by avoiding the awkward and exhausting...
Are we there yet?
A one-liner which would be funny if it weren't for the fact it earned Uncle Torma a one-way ticket to...
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