A review by existentialcrisistime
Death of a Naturalist by Seamus Heaney

reflective

3.0

I picked this one up second-hand after having a line from the poem 'At a Potato Digging' reverberating in my head since high school (the line being, "spill / libations of cold tea, scatter crusts"), and I'm very glad I did, having not read much of Seamus Heaney's poetry before. Like often with poetry books, this is one I'll need to read multiple times to get the most out of, but it was enjoyable and informative to read (out loud, to myself) his reflections on Northern Ireland, farming, nature, and life.