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Loading... District and Circle (original 2006; edition 2011)by Seamus Heaney
Work detailsDistrict and Circle by Seamus Heaney (2006)
None. I am writing a review of this book, because the title poem, "District and Circle" is a great poem. This is one of the best evocations I have read of what it feels to be in the undergound, this alternate world of mostly moving humanity. But Heaney starts off with one of the non-moving denizens, a player of a tin-whistle. Then he drives forth into the almost cacaphonous platforms and trains. At last, he comes to a more silent area where he thinks of father in a vaguely similar 'flicker-lit' world. no reviews | add a review
Amazon.com Product Description (ISBN 0374530815, Paperback)District and Circle inhabits the eerie new conditions of a menaced twenty-first century. In their haunted, almost visionary clarity, the poems assay the weight and worth of what has been held in the hand and in the memory. Scenes from a childhood spent far from the horrors of World War II are colored by a strongly contemporary sense that "Anything can happen," and other images from the dangerous present--a fireman's helmet, a journey on the Underground, a melting glacier--are fraught with this same anxiety. But the volume, which includes some "found prose" poems and translations, offers resistance as the poet gathers his staying powers and stands his ground in the hiding places of love and excited language. With more relish and conviction than ever, Heaney maintains his trust in the obduracy of workaday realities and the mystery of everyday renewals. (retrieved from Amazon Thu, 14 Feb 2013 13:56:37 -0500) 'District and Circle' is a new collection of prose poems and translations from Seamus Heaney. It offers resistance as the poet gathers his staying powers and stands his ground in the hiding places of love and excited language. (summary from another edition) |
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Flop-wobble grace note or high banshee whine.
Rain spat upon his threadbare gabardine,
Into his cap where the occasional tossed coin
Basked on damp lining, the raindrops glittering (