No bad poetry can hold a candle to bad Irish poetry, which is the
feeling when the drinks and hangover are gone and all that's left
is blarney. Here are little bits of sentiment-laden words (cairn,
bog, "fisher's wives," Maighdean Mara) for those who remember the
peaceful isle as it likes to think of itself, before the
not-so-recent bloodshed, as it exists in perpetuity in this
provincial assortment of '50's versemaking - replete with four-line
stanzas in memory of another century, in which the wars - neither
of them - ever happened. For this poet, national identity seems to
be nothing more than a certain kind of quaint vocabulary - words
whose meanings have largely passed out of common usage - a
superficial tie to a culture whose love of words is so great that,
alas! the authors tend not to care how they are used, so long as
they are used at all. (Kirkus Reviews)
'Seamus Heaney has gone beyond the themes of his earlier poetry and
has made the giant step towards the most ambitious, most
intractable themes of maturity. The power of this book comes from a
sense that he is reaching out towards a type of desolation and of
isolation without which no imagination can be seen to have grown
up.' Eavan Boland, Irish Times 'Keyed and pitched unlike any other
significant poet at work in the language anywhere.' Harold Bloom,
Times Literary Supplement
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