Field Work

Field Work At the centre of this collection which includes groups of elegies and love poems there is a short sonnet sequence which concentrates themes apparent elsewhere in the book the individual s responsibi

  • Title: Field Work
  • Author: Seamus Heaney
  • ISBN: 9780571114337
  • Page: 346
  • Format: Paperback
  • At the centre of this collection, which includes groups of elegies and love poems, there is a short sonnet sequence which concentrates themes apparent elsewhere in the book the individual s responsibility for his own choices, the artist s commitment to his vocation, the vulnerability of all in the face of circumstance and death Throughout the volume Heaney s outstandingAt the centre of this collection, which includes groups of elegies and love poems, there is a short sonnet sequence which concentrates themes apparent elsewhere in the book the individual s responsibility for his own choices, the artist s commitment to his vocation, the vulnerability of all in the face of circumstance and death Throughout the volume Heaney s outstanding gifts, his eye, his ear, his understanding of the poetic language are on display this is a book we cannot do without Martin Dodsworth, Guardian

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    About “Seamus Heaney

    • Seamus Heaney

      Seamus Justin Heaney was an Irish poet, writer and lecturer from County Derry, Ireland He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1995, for works of lyrical beauty and ethical depth, which exalt everyday miracles and the living past Heaney on.



    864 thoughts on “Field Work

    • This collection of poems was published in 1976, four years after Heaney left Belfast with his family and moved south to County Wicklow, south of Dublin. Even here, though, far from the Troubles, his mind cannot leave the torment of Northern Ireland. In the opening poem, “Oysters”, as he is much in the present, “Our shells clacked on the plates/…Alive and violated/… Bivalves: the split bulb/…Millions of them ripped and shucked and scattered,” his thoughts gravitate northward. The fi [...]


    • Every time I read Heaney's poetry, I feel the need of reading each poem at least three times just to get the sentiment and then another time just because it is beautiful


    • I didn’t realize Seamus Heaney was from the North until I read Field Notes, and I think it shows. The first poem, “oysters” caught my attention right away with its description of “frond-lipped, brine-stung” bivalves. Heaney’s language, like that of all the great Irish writers, is sensual and sentimental, but whereas Irish poets evoke Irishness, but Heaney conjures up Ireland itself. In the first of the Glanmore Sonnets, Heaney describes the fog over “the turned-up acres” of a fre [...]


    • XXX This is another old favorite of mine, ordered from with income tax refund this year. I had not realized Seamus Heaney had passed - so glad I was able to get a copy of this book. My library does not have it, any longer. He was a wonderful poet, winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1995. Several of his books are currently out of print, but if you run across them, give them a read. Most of us remember Beowulf, but he had many poems, lilting and running across the heart.


    • In "Field Work," sometimes Seamus Heaney lays on the poetry so thick that it makes me wince. I wish this collection had a little bit more of "My people think money and talk weather" and a little bit less of "My tongue moved, a slow relaxing hinge." And while I can't say I liked this book, I admit I'll probably go back to it again. It beguiles even as it bothers. As Gertrude Stein once said, "A masterpiece may be unwelcome but it is never dull."


    • Since the death of Seamus Heaney, I returned to this work and had another look. I tried to read a poem or two each day and then relate them to the quilts made by Helen Heron (Northern Ireland). Both of them are/were such scholars who loved to explore the classics and then translate them into their own art forms (he - poetry; she-textiles). My favorite poem here remains the seductive "Oysters."


    • Read Heaney. A feast of poetry. Great enough to be your last meal, beautiful enough to weep. I especially loved the Glanmore Sonnets. So seamlessly he meditates from the Irish landscape to the landscape of his mind, his heart.



    • Field Work is, indeed, work for the reader. Heaney is notoriously difficult at times, peppering his poems with words such as “inwit,” “crepuscular,” “sprezzatura,” and “empery.” His symbolism is multilayered, his metaphors are sometimes obscure, and his narrative voice is constantly in flux. Of course, because he is Seamus Heaney, the hard work pays off; Field Work is a beautiful book of verse composed by the Nobel laureate at the pinnacle of his poetic career, inspired by the fo [...]


    • This was an interesting collection of poems. It starts off with the violence of Irish political conflicts haunting the waking dreams of the poet even when he retires from Belfast in disillusion. Slowly, Heaney reverts to the contemplation of nature and rural life that made Death of a Naturalist such a testament to his power to capture the vivid earthiness of the Irish countryside. Heaney’s poems can rarely be read once and often require some further research on the apart of those not well vers [...]


    • Find Song. Read one. Read twice. Read thrice. Sit on a bench facing a lake. Pause to hear the birds. Read it for the fourth time. Turn on to the next poem. There's a reason why this is so good and its more than man-made flowers.




    • I've appreciated Heaney more for reading this, but not much more. The most fixated upon poet of Northern Ireland underwhelms me. An indisputable eye for nature sure, yet he over-eggs and seems stuck in a role as editor for Farming Magazine. I did appreciate this. Too often Heaney in schools ends up putting the duller works in my lap: this gave me more range. There's real gems in this: the two 'In Memoriam' pieces, 'Elegy', 'Glanmore Sonnet VI' and the spectacular giant finale, 'Ugolino'. But no, [...]


    • "[] O neither these versesNot my prudence, love, can heal your wounded stare."When not meditating on the mythic beauty of nature, Heaney's heart-wrenching bouts of nostalgia will move even the most cynical and hard of heart.


    • Heaney makes you work. His poems are tight, as hard as iron, at times almost cold - he writes with an edge and a precision that cuts, that is almost mathematical, and that makes the tender moments almost more stunning. "How perilous is it to chose not to love the life we're shown?" he asks. And all his poems, in a way, are about that - about the unbearable consequences of loving a place. His poems are grounded in the history and the present of Ireland, and his love and grief for his homeland is [...]


    • This is my first outing with poetry since school. Some of the poems I really connected with. Oysters really stands out. The presence of the Troubles, the fear, the tragedy was mostly subtle, blended in with the countryside, the people, nature. The poem about Bloody Sunday was powerful. However, there were a number of poems I just didn't get, and not being overly literary, I didn't mind that at all!I will return to more of Heaney's work but not too soon, as poetry is quite alien to me. RIP Mr Hea [...]


    • This book of poems was published the year I was in Ireland, and I heard Heaney read from it while there. I bought the book, asked Heaney to sign it, and gave it as a gift to Jeannette’s friend David Kaufman, who had suggested I go hear Heaney before I left for Ireland. It is wonderful poetry. I think Heaney’s mastery of language is unmatched. He uses it to connect the world as it is with his inner senses. From “The Badgers”:How perilous is it to chooseNot to love the life we’re shown?


    • I loved loved loved the first poem in this book. Like top-3 favorite. Blew me away. I was so excited for the remainder of the book. Andybe I just wasn't in my right kind of analytical mood as I read, but the majority of the rest of the poems just seemed political and too rooted in a place I'm not familiar with. I couldn't connect. However, what came shining through was Heaney's talent. He has gobs of it. Such a direct density of language. I can definitely see myself returning to this one.


    • This may be my favorite volume of poems by Heaney. Poems like "Oysters" and "The Badgers" and the title poem just work for me. The American farm girl in my probably makes me very susceptible to the powers of Heaney's rural, physical lyrics. But that's all right with me. He's one of those writers who helps me see the natural world as important and strange (yet again). And he is, to state the obvious, a master of English rhythms and sounds.


    • An excellent collection in which Heaney spend time thinking outside of his previous works but feels more human in many of the poems. He reflects on the dead and the history of his family and Ireland even looking to the fighting in Belfast for inspiration.I found myself drawn into the poems in a way that many poets can't do. I couldn't get out of the book easily and had to remind myself to go to sleep. I think this is among Heaney's finest works.


    • One of Heaney's earlier collections, "Field World" shows the reader a person of enormous sensitivity and talent at the start of his literary career. Particularly interesting is the influence of the Troubles on many of poems. It gives many of them an elegiac quality as a poet tries to interpret and capture the stresses and confusion of such a situation in Ireland at the time. A gentle introduction for anyone looking to start reading Seamus Heaney's work


    • From Field Work:SongA rowan like a lipsticked girl.Between the by-road and the main roadAlder trees at a wet and dripping distanceStand off among the rushes.There are the mud-flowers of dialectAnd the immortelles of perfect pitchAnd that moment when the bird sing very closeTo the music of what happens.Really a beautifully crafted book of poetry.


    • My son loves to be read to from this book. He's two; I'm not sure what draws him in, but Heaney's percussive style and perfect meter are that compellingI think I'd love this even if I didn't understand what the words meant. (Although, it's Heaney; my comprehension level is probably only about 40% more than my son's here)


    • Seamus Heaney's poetry bursts with sensuality, regardless of the topic. He is equally passionate about love, Ireland, nature, and friends and family lost. This is especially true in poems like The Badgers, where a love of nature is entwined with both romantic love while also hinting at The Troubles. An excellent book and an excellent poem, deserving of the Nobel Prize earned.


    • It is so easy to mess up "nature" poetry, but Seamus Heaney is always skilled with his craft. These poems are inviting and beautiful, and some of them are absolutely devastating. I'm usually a little skeptical of rhyming poetry, or poems that rely strictly on meter, but Heaney of course is masterful at this and it only helps to add musicality and beauty to his elegies.


    • A great book of Poetry. Seamus Heaney deftly captures the turmoil of the early 1900's conflicts in which he matured as a poet, and writes in startlingly impactful pieces the loss he felt at some of his colleagues and friends dying in the national and international conflicts occurring at the time. A fantastic read and highly worth adding to any poetry collection.


    • Heaney writes poetry like you think it should be done when you're a young man looking to understand the world as told through poetry. It's a little elusive, it's a bit fragile, and it can get you right when you're least expecting it. Old world, surely, and forever timeless and with lust for knowledge and experience.


    • This is going to make me seem like Plebus Grandis, but I found this collection rather passable aside from the Dante-based poem about Ugolino. This is again just an initial reading, I'm going to be paying much more attention to this in just a little bit, but I don't know. I can't find much love for this one in this first read.


    • I love Seamus Heaney's poetry, but aside from a few poems, these aren't my favorite of his. His language is dense, something I had completely forgotten about, but so beautifully descriptive. Very enjoyable.


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