A review by blueyorkie
W.B. Yeats: Poems Selected by Seamus Heaney by W.B. Yeats

5.0

In contemporary poetry, another author of English expression appears, in the case of Irish origin, which always translated when he began writing in the late nineteenth century. Nothing is taboo; all pros and cons to the taste of pen philosophy in poetry may be the memory of the Druids, the Celts ancestors of all Western Europeans.
The herring fishing that continues to be made in Northern Europe as it always was, maybe the prior John of socks and collar broke, the memory of classical antiquity, the middle ages, the love of freedom, roaming without an individual course. Again the countryside, the forest, the passion, the birds, the woman with the Platonic ideal, the friendship, the memory of the middle east cradle of universal history and which I also learned in the school of my sweet land, of Western civilization.