Contemporary poets 10: Seamus Heaney
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Your support makes all the difference.Seamus Heaney was born in Northern Ireland in 1939. Since Death of a Naturalist in 1966 he has published nine further collections of poetry (Seeing Things, 1991, is the latest), and is widely regarded as one of the best poets writing in English today. He is Bolyston Professor at Harvard, and has been Professor of Poetry at Oxford since 1989. This new poem is based on an Igbo story and is dedicated to the memory of the Nigerian scholar and critic Donatus Nwoga, who was a student with Heaney at Queen's University, Belfast, in the 1950s.
A DOG WAS CRYING TONIGHT IN WICKLOW ALSO
In memory of Donatus Nwoga
When human beings found out about death
They sent the dog to Chukwu with a message:
They wanted to be let back to the house of life.
They didn't want to end up lost forever
Like burnt wood disappearing into smoke
And ashes that get blown away to nothing.
Instead, they saw their souls in a flock at twilight
Cawing and headed back for the same old roosts
(The dog was meant to tell all this to Chukwu).
But death and human beings took second place
When he trotted off the path and started barking
At another dog in broad daylight just barking
Back at him from the far bank of a river.
And that was how the toad reached Chukwu first,
The toad who'd overheard in the beginning
What the dog was meant to tell. 'Human beings' he said,
(And here the toad was trusted absolutely),
'Human beings want death to last forever.'
Then Chukwu saw the people's souls in birds
Coming towards him like black spots off the sunset
To where there were no roosts or nests or trees
And his mind reddened and darkened all at once
And nothing that the dog would tell him later
Could change that vision. Great chiefs and great loves
Obliterating light, the toad in mud,
The dog crying out all night behind the corpse house.
(Photograph omitted)
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