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My language and my sensibility are yearning to admit a kind of religious or transcendent dimension. But then there’s the reality: there’s no Heaven, no afterlife of the sort we were promised, and no personal God.

Seamus Heaney

In a way, Anglo-Saxon poetry cannot be translated.
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Poetry Translation
Manifesting that order of poetry where we can at last grow up to that which we stored up as we grew.
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Grow Manifestation Order Poetry Store
History says, ‘Don’t hope on this side of the grave.’
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Grave History Hope Side
Tom Sleigh’s poetry is hard-earned and well founded. I great admire the way it refuses to cut emotional corners and yet achieves a sense of lyric absolution.
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Absolute Admire Greatness Lyrics Poetry
Poetry is always slightly mysterious, and you wonder what is your relationship to it.
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Mystery Poetry Relationship Slight
Poems that come swiftly are usually the ones that you keep.
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Oneself Poem Swift
I would say that something important for me and for my generation in Northern Ireland was the 1947 Education Act, which allowed students who won scholarships to go on to secondary schools and thence to university.
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Generation Important Myself University Win
I’ve been in the habit of helping people.
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Habit Help Myself People
It is very true to say that work done by writers is quite often an attempt to give solid expression to that which is bothering them. They feel they have got it right if they express the stress.
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Expression Solid Stress True Work Writing
I think of Dermot Healy as the heir to Patrick Kavanagh.
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Myself Thinking
I’m not personally obsessed with death. At a certain age, the light that you live in is inhabited by the shades – it ’tis.
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Death Light Myself Obsession Personally
My language and my sensibility are yearning to admit a kind of religious or transcendent dimension. But then there’s the reality: there’s no Heaven, no afterlife of the sort we were promised, and no personal God.
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Dimension God Language Personal Promise Reality Yearning
The amount of sensory material stored up or stored down in the brain’s and the body’s systems is inestimable. It’s like a culture at the bottom of a jar, although it doesn’t grow, I think, or help anything else to grow unless you find a way to reach it and touch it.
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Amount Culture Growth Help Material Myself System Thinking
The Heaneys were aristocrats, in the sense that they took for granted a code of behavior that was given and unspoken. Argumentation, persuasion, speech itself, for God’s sake, just seemed otiose and superfluous to them.
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Argument Aristocrats Behavior God Talk
I spend almost every morning with mail.
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Mail Morning Myself
The murder of Sean Brown hurt my soul.
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Hurt Murder Myself Soul

My language and my sensibility are yearning to admit a kind of religious or transcendent dimension. But then there’s the reality: there’s no Heaven, no afterlife of the sort we were promised, and no personal God.

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