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We lost a great one when we lost Seamus Heaney. A very strong collection here. He needs no introduction and doesn’t give his readers any either. I’ve always loved a poet like this, the one who assumes that his or her readers know everything; Latin, Italian, farm terms, the complexion of the Irish countryside, all of Virgil, the mystical language of Roman Catholics, the way Ballynahinch Lake looks in the morning.

Also gleaned from this book:

Words That Seamus Heaney Uses That No One Else Uses:
adoze, aftergrass, asperging, birl, boreen, coolth, dreeps, fanked, fenland, flood-slubs, gallowglass, glarry, glimmerman, oxter-cogged, ruction, runnels, scaresome, sud-luscious, sybilline, teat-hued, thunderface, thurifer, underjaws, unsnibbed, wildtrack

Favorites:
“L³Ü±è¾±²Ô²õâ€�
“Ballynahinch Lake�
“The Fragment�
“Bodies and Souls�