Selected poems from a Nobel laureate
In 100 Poems, readers will enjoy the most loved and celebrated poems, and will discover new favorites, from "The Cure at Troy" to "Death of a Naturalist." It is a singular and welcoming anthology, reaching far and wide, for now and for years to come.
Seamus Heaney had the idea to make a personal selection of poems from across the entire arc of his writing life, a collection small yet comprehensive enough to serve as an introduction for all comers. He never managed to do this himself, but now, finally, the project has been returned to, resulting in an intimate gathering of poems chosen and introduced by the Heaney family. No other selection of Heaney’s poems exists that has such a broad range, drawing from the first to the last of his prizewinning collections.
About the Author
Seamus Heaney (1939-2013) received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1995. His poems, plays, translations, and essays include Opened Ground, Electric Light, Beowulf, The Spirit Level, District and Circle, and Finders Keepers. Robert Lowell praised Heaney as the "most important Irish poet since Yeats."
"100 Poems—a short, career-spanning selection—completes a project that Heaney began during his lifetime. Compiled by Heaney’s 'immediate family,' with a preface by his daughter Catherine, it highlights his work as a poet of friendship and family, of careful and long-felt affiliation, not only to land and language but to the people who stayed with him throughout the decades. . . . as 100 Poems emphasizes, for any of his admirers who have not noticed—Heaney remained a poet of attachments."—Stephanie Burt, The New Yorker
“Most great poets leave behind a fistful of classic poems. Heaney’s oeuvre is so vast and varied there’s an even hundred, from the sad realism of “Wedding” to “Clearances,” his poignant poem about potato peeling with his mother, to “Digging,” the credo of any seeker with a pen and a history to uncover. They’re all collected here in one handy handsome volume, the new best selection of his work yet.” –John Freeman, Literary Hub