The Poem is about the death of his brother who died only four years old when the "person reading" (The Author) was just a teenager - "The four foot box, a foot for every year.". You know nothing of respect.
Great, should add the title of the poem in the title and tags to make it show up in YT search, as it doesn't show up when you search 'Mid Term break', which is a shame.
I sat all morning in the college sick bay Counting bells knelling classes to a close. At two o'clock our neighbours drove me home. In the porch I met my father crying- He had always taken funerals in his stride- And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow. The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram When I came in, and I was embarrassed By old men standing up to shake my hand And tell me they were 'sorry for my trouble'. Whispers informed strangers I was the eldest, Away at school, as my mother held my hand In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs. At ten o'clock the ambulance arrived With the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses. Next morning I went up into the room. Snowdrops And candles soothed the bedside; I saw him For the first time in six weeks. Paler now, Wearing a poppy bruise on his left temple, He lay in the four-foot box as in his cot. No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear. A four-foot box, a foot for every year.
I went back to school to study Advanced Higher English in 2005 at the age of 40 and Seamus Heaney was one part of my study unit. Loved all his poems. A clever man. We also studied James Joyce, The Dubliners.
The first time I've read this poem I was so emotionally impacted by the tragedy god has brought to heaneys family, lost a younger brother doesn't meant so light but rather heavy and I could actually feels how sad and heavy the poet himself was when he wrote this master piece. Rip
does the person recording want to breath ANY louder?
The Poem is about the death of his brother who died only four years old when the "person reading" (The Author) was just a teenager - "The four foot box, a foot for every year.". You know nothing of respect.
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@clogan200694 It is, believe it or not, someone who fell asleep next to us as we recorded the event.
Great poem; awful reading.
What a powerful image, a four foot box, a foot for every year, thank you for posting this
Last line is phenomenal! A really devestating one!
Makes me cry every single time.
As do I.
"a 4 foot box a foot for every year" R.I.P.
I’m literally crying and I’m learning this in school
He died a brilliant poet, and if he chose to be a farmer, i'm sure he would still be poetic.
Girlies on the tippy 'cause my homey is famous
I'm nicknamed Shamrock, but my name's not Seamus
-Beastie Boys
R.I.P legend of poetry
Seamus Heaney passed away on 30 August 2013. A major bummer.
great stuff, brings me back to school days, what a powerful poem!
Great, should add the title of the poem in the title and tags to make it show up in YT search, as it doesn't show up when you search 'Mid Term break', which is a shame.
I sat all morning in the college sick bay
Counting bells knelling classes to a close.
At two o'clock our neighbours drove me home.
In the porch I met my father crying-
He had always taken funerals in his stride-
And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow.
The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram
When I came in, and I was embarrassed
By old men standing up to shake my hand
And tell me they were 'sorry for my trouble'.
Whispers informed strangers I was the eldest,
Away at school, as my mother held my hand
In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs.
At ten o'clock the ambulance arrived
With the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses.
Next morning I went up into the room. Snowdrops
And candles soothed the bedside; I saw him
For the first time in six weeks. Paler now,
Wearing a poppy bruise on his left temple,
He lay in the four-foot box as in his cot.
No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear.
A four-foot box, a foot for every year.
A national treasure
I went back to school to study Advanced Higher English in 2005 at the age of 40 and Seamus Heaney was one part of my study unit. Loved all his poems. A clever man. We also studied James Joyce, The Dubliners.
The most powerful irish poem ever put to paper "a poppy bruise"...
Ah, I was closing my eyes to listen to this magnificent piece that takes me back in time... when the snoring.
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RIP
RIP
love the way he reads.
My favourite poem of all time. RIP, another Irish ledgend gone.
*legend
Stunning.
R.I.P
Truly a touching poem.
your not alone.
you're,listening to Heaney and you make that mistake man
I know this off by heart :/
RIP
Wow so handsome
rest in peace
Poignant.
The first time I've read this poem I was so emotionally impacted by the tragedy god has brought to heaneys family, lost a younger brother doesn't meant so light but rather heavy and I could actually feels how sad and heavy the poet himself was when he wrote this master piece.
Rip
Just brutal.