Literary Contexts in Poetry: Seamus Heaney's "Digging"
- Digging. Heaney, Seamus // New Statesman;9/6/2013, Vol. 142 Issue 5173, p38
The poem "Digging" by Seamus Heaney is presented. First Line: Between my finger and my thumb; Last Line: I'll dig with it.
- Digging. Heaney, Seamus // America;6/20/1981, Vol. 144 Issue 24, p501
The article presents the poem "Digging," by Seamus Heaney. First Line: Between my finger and my thumb; Last Line: I'll dig with it.
- SEAMUS HEANEY- "THE POET WHO DIGS WITH HIS PEN". RADHIKA, P. // Golden Research Thoughts;Jun2013, Vol. 2 Issue 12, p1
Seamus Heaney is a poet of world recognition now-a-days. His poetry is autobio-graphical to some extent if we examine his poems-"Digging", "Death of a Naturalist" etc. They give meaning and sound, thought and image while studying them.
- The Gift and the Craft: An Approach to the Poetry of Seamus Heaney. Andrews, Elmer // Twentieth Century Literature;Winter85, Vol. 31 Issue 4, p368
Examines Seamus Heaney's approach to the poetry. Heaney's view of poetry as secret and natural even though it must operate in a world that is public and brutal; Criticism of Heaney's 'Preoccupations: Selected Prose 1968-1978'; Overview of Heaney's poetic career.
- CUTAWAYS. Heaney, Seamus // Irish Pages;Spring/Summer2011, Vol. 5 Issue 2, p24
The poem "Cutaways" by Seamus Heaney is presented. First Line: Children's hands in close-up; Last Line: Registered like a pulse in the timbered grips.
- A SHIVER (Poem). Heaney, Seamus // New Yorker;10/25/2004, Vol. 80 Issue 32, p39
Presents the poem "A Shiver," by Seamus Heaney.
- A CLIP. Heaney, Seamus // New Yorker;3/20/2006, Vol. 82 Issue 5, p113
The article presents the poem "A Clip," by Seamus Heaney. First Line: Harry Boyle's one-room, one-chimney house; Last Line: Under the collie's nose. The collie's stare.
- Mint. Heaney, Seamus // New Republic;6/21/93, Vol. 208 Issue 25, p45
Presents the poem "Mint," by Seamus Heaney. First Line: It looked like a clump of small dusty nettles; Last Line: Because we'd failed them by our disregard.
- FIRESIDE. Heaney, Seamus // New Yorker;5/26/1973, Vol. 49 Issue 14, p48
The article presents the poem "Fireside," by Seamus Heaney. First line: Always there would be stories of lights; Last line: and come to your senses, they're saying good night.