Seamus Heaney was born on April 13, 1939, at Mossbawn, about thirty miles northwest of Belfast, in Northern Ireland. His first book, "Death of a Naturalist," was published in 1966. Heaney is the author of numerous collections of poetry, three volumes of criticism, and "The Cure at Troy, " a version of Sophacles' "Philoctetes." He is a foreign member of the American Academy of Arts and Letters and held the chair of Professor of Poetry at Oxford from 1989 to 1994. In 1995 he received the Noble Prize in Literature. A resident of Dublin since 1976, he spends part of each year teaching at Harvard University, where he was elected the Boylston Professor of Rhetoric and Oratory in 1984.
Industry Reviews
"Heaney's most plain-spoken and autobiographical book to date. Here is the transcendence of Seeing Things, the simple and miraculous escalation from a sixth sense to a seventh heaven, the lovely delusive optics of sawing and cycling and barred gates. . . ." --Michael Hofmann, The London Review of Books
"[Reading Seeing Things] you feel what readers of say, Keats's odes or Milton's 1645 collection must have felt--the peculiar excitement of watching a new masterwork emerge and take its permanent place in our literature." --John Carey, The Sunday Times (London) Heaney's most plain-spoken and autobiographical book to date. Here is the transcendence of "Seeing Things," the simple and miraculous escalation from a sixth sense to a seventh heaven, the lovely delusive optics of sawing and cycling and barred gates. . . . "Michael Hofmann, The London Review of Books"
[Reading "Seeing Things"] you feel what readers of say, Keats's odes or Milton's 1645 collection must have felt--the peculiar excitement of watching a new masterwork emerge and take its permanent place in our literature. "John Carey, The Sunday Times (London)"" "Heaney's most plain-spoken and autobiographical book to date. Here is the transcendence of "Seeing Things," the simple and miraculous escalation from a sixth sense to a seventh heaven, the lovely delusive optics of sawing and cycling and barred gates. . . ."--Michael Hofmann," The London Review of Books"
"[Reading "Seeing Things"] you feel what readers of say, Keats's odes or Milton's 1645 collection must have felt--the peculiar excitement of watching a new masterwork emerge and take its permanent place in our literature."--John Carey, "The Sunday Times (London)"