“If you have the words, there's always a chance that you'll find the way.”
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Author detail
Seamus Justin Heaney MRIA (/ˈʃeɪməs ˈhiːni/; 13 April 1939 – 30 August 2013) was an Irish poet, playwright and translator. He received the 1995 Nobel Prize in Literature. Among his best-known works is Death of a Naturalist (1966), his first major published volume. Heaney was and is still recognised as one of the principal contributors to poetry in Ireland during his lifetime. American poet Robert Lowell described him as "the most important Irish poet since Yeats", and many others, including the academic John Sutherland, have said that he was "the greatest poet of our age". Robert Pinsky has stated that "with his wonderful gift of eye and ear Heaney has the gift of the story-teller." Upon his death in 2013, The Independent described him as "probably the best-known poet in the world". [source](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seamus_Heaney)
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“If you have the words, there's always a chance that you'll find the way.”
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“It is always better to avenge dear ones than to indulge in mourning. For every one of us, living in this world means waiting for our end. Let whoever can win glory before death. When a warri...”
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“All I know is a door into the dark”
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“Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.”
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“The way we are living, timorous or bold, will have been our life.”
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“History says, Don’t hope On this side of the grave, But then, once in a lifetime The longed-for tidal wave Of justice can rise up, And hope and history rhyme”
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“I can't think of a case where poems changed the world, but what they do is they change people's understanding of what's going on in the world.”
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“I rhyme To see myself, to set the darkness echoing.”
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“There is risk and truth to yourselves and the world before you.”
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“Postscript And some time make the time to drive out west Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore, In September or October, when the wind And the light are working off each other So that th...”
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“Is there life before death? That’s chalked up In Ballymurphy. Competence with pain, Coherent miseries, a bite and a sup, We hug our little destiny again.”
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“I suppose I'm saying that defiance is actually part of the lyric job”
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“I want away to the house of death, to my father under the low, clay roof.”
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“Let whoever can win glory before death.”
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“Mid-Term Break I sat all morning in the college sick bay Counting bells knelling classes to a close. At two o'clock our neighbours drove me home. In the porch I met my father crying— He had...”
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“But death is not easily escaped from by anyone: all of us with souls, earth-dwellers and children of men, must make our way to a destination already ordained where the body, after the banque...”
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“That was their way, their heathenish hope; deep in their hearts they remembered hell.”
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“I trust contrariness. ... I simply rebelled at being commanded.”
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“The main thing is to write for the joy of it. Cultivate a work-lust that imagines its haven like your hands at night dreaming the sun in the sunspot of a breast. You are fasted now, light-he...”
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“More than loud acclaim, I love Books, silence, thought, my alcove. Pangur Bán Poem by Anon Irish Monk, Translated by Seamus Heaney”
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