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A review by anathemxx
Death of a Naturalist by Seamus Heaney
5.0
"I wanted to grow up and plough,
To close my eyes, stiffen my arm.
All I ever did was follow
In his broad shadow round the farm.
I was a nuisance, tripping, falling,
Yapping always. But today
It is my father who keeps stumbling
Behind me, and will not go away."
Was a wonderful collection, a truthful ode to the land, life in the countryside, and just a bewitching description of Irish rural life. Heaney's incredible depiction of family, love and experience is magnificently executed.
To close my eyes, stiffen my arm.
All I ever did was follow
In his broad shadow round the farm.
I was a nuisance, tripping, falling,
Yapping always. But today
It is my father who keeps stumbling
Behind me, and will not go away."
Was a wonderful collection, a truthful ode to the land, life in the countryside, and just a bewitching description of Irish rural life. Heaney's incredible depiction of family, love and experience is magnificently executed.