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Seamus Heaney

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
I think the first little jolt I got was reading Gerard Manley Hopkins – I liked other poems… but Hopkins was kind of electric for me – he changed the rules with speech, and the whole intensity of the language was there and so on.
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Intense Language Myself Poem Reading Talk Thinking
My father was a creature of the archaic world, really. He would have been entirely at home in a Gaelic hill-fort. His side of the family, and the houses I associate with his side of the family, belonged to a traditional rural Ireland.
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Associate Creature Family Father Traditional World
A public expectation, it has to be said, not of poetry as such but of political positions variously approvable by mutually disapproving groups.
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Expectation Group Poetry Position
The kinds of truth that art gives us many, many times are small truths. They don’t have the resonance of an encyclical from the Pope stating an eternal truth, but they partake of the quality of eternity. There is a sort of timeless delight in them.
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Art Eternity Forever Kind Quality Small Time Truth
I think childhood is, generally speaking, a preparation for disappointment.
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Childhood Disappointment Preparation Thinking
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
Poetry is always slightly mysterious, and you wonder what is your relationship to it.
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Mystery Poetry Relationship Slight
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
A person from Northern Ireland is naturally cautious.
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Caution Natural Person
I suppose you could say my father’s world was Thomas Hardy and my mother’s D.H. Lawrence.
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Father Myself World
I always believed that whatever had to be written would somehow get itself written.
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Believe Myself Writing
There’s never going to be a united Ireland, you know.
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Country Known Unity Yourself
Then as the years went on and my listening became more deliberate, I would climb up on an arm of our big sofa to get my ear closer to the wireless speaker.
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Big Listening Myself Speaker
The gift of writing is to be self-forgetful, to get a surge of inner life or inner supply or unexpected sense of empowerment, to be afloat, to be out of yourself.
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Empowerment Expectation Forget Gift Writing Yourself
My father and mother had no sense of entitlement for their children.
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Children Father Mom Myself

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