The Duffle Coat
Oil
The Duffle Coat often worn by Heaney
And pictured on the cover of selected poems
Hangs like his spirit pervading the Heaney
Homeplace, Centre Bellaghy .
Seamus Heaney
Oil
‘He has mown himself to the centre of the field
And stands in a final perfect ring
Of sunlit stubble.’
Man and Boy, From Seeing Things, p.337. Seamus Heaney, Opened Ground 1966-1996
The Last Mummer
Oil
‘Again an old year dies
On your hearthstone, for good luck
The moon’s host elevated.’
The Last Mummer, From Door into the Dark, p.60, Seamus Heaney, Selected Poems, 1965-1975
A Plane into Linen
Oil
‘Her dimpled angled elbow
And intent stoop
As she aimed the smoothing iron
Like a plane into linen’.
The Old Smoothing Iron. From Sweeney Astray, p.219. Seamus Heaney, Opened Ground 1966-1996
The Yellow Bittern
Oil
‘So my friends and neighbours, let it flow:
You’ll be stood no rounds in eternity.’
THE YELLOW BITTERN, By Seamus Heaney (Translated from An Bonnán Buí in the Irish of Cathal Buí Mac Giolla Ghunna), presented at Blacklion Festival.
Under the Eaves
Oil
‘Her hands holding herself
Are like hands in an old barn
Holding a bag open.’
Sile Na Gig p234, From Sweeney Astray, p.234 Seamus Heaney, Opened Ground 1966-1996
Lough Neagh Eels
Oil
7. Vision. p35‘He stood at night when eels
Moved through the grass like hatched fears
Towards the water. To stand
In one place as the field flowed
Past, a jellied road,’
Vision, From Door into the Dark, p.47. Seamus Heaney Selected Poems, 1965-75
A Crate of Air
Oil
‘They’ve taken the skeleton
Of the Great Irish Elk
Out of the peat, set it up
An astounding crate full of air’
Bogland, From Door into the Dark, p.53. Seamus Heaney Selected Poems, 1965-75
The Boot and The Lug
Oil
’My grandfather cut more turf in a day
Than any other man on Toner’s bog.
Once I carried him milk in a bottle
Corked sloppily with paper.’
Digging. From Death of a Naturalist, p.3. Seamus Heaney, Opened Ground 1966-1996
Churning Day
Oil
‘The plash and gurgle of the sour breathed milk
The pat and slap of small spades on wet lumps’
Churning Day, From Death of a Naturalist, p.16. Seamus Heaney Selected Poems, 1965-75
An Altar
Oil
‘The anvil must be somewhere in the centre,
Horned as a unicorn, at one end square,
Set there immoveable: an altar.’
The Forge, From Door into the Dark, p.19, Seamus Heaney, Opened Ground 1966-1996
Title: The Tollund Man
Variable etched Print
By Toraigh Watson
‘Those dark juices woking
Hime to a saint’s kept body,
Trove of the turfcutters’
Honey combed workings.’
p.78. Selected Poems, 1965-75
from: Wintering Out
Title: The Diviner
Bronze and stone
‘The pluck came sharp as a sting
The rod jerked down with precise convulsions,
Spring water suddenly broadcasting
Through a green aerial its secret stations.’
The Diviner. From Death of a Naturalist, p.24. The Diviner. Seamus Heaney Selected Poems, 1965-75
Title: Let it Flow
Bronze and stone
‘You that would call me every morning
With your gargler’s song as you guzzled mud’
THE YELLOW BITTERN, By Seamus Heaney (Translated from An Bonnán Buí in the Irish
of Cathal Buí Mac Giolla Ghunna), presented at Blacklion Festival.
Title: St. Kevin and The Blackbird
Material: Ancient Bog Oak
Size: 5ft. 6in. (167.64cm)
‘One upturned palm is out the window, stiff
As a cross beam, when a blackbird lands
And lays in it and settles down to nest.’
p.410 Opened Ground, poems 1966-96
Two Sculptures From The 2001 Exhibtion
Title: I'll Dig With This
Matrial: Walnut and bog oak
