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“It is difficult at times to repress the thought that history is about as instructive as an abattoir; that Tacitus was right and that peace is merely the desolation left behind after the decisive operations of merciless power.”

Quote by Seamus Heaney

Book:Opened Ground: Selected Poems, 1966-1996

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Opened Ground: Selected Poems, 1966-1996

This volume compiles a selection of poems that reflect the author's creative output and thematic concerns over three decades. The collection offers a glimpse into the evolution of their poetic voice and the themes they explored throughout their career. more

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Seamus Heaney was an Irish poet born on April 13, 1939, and passed away on August 30, 2013. He is renowned for his profound humanistic concerns and exquisite poetic skills, being one of the most influential poets of the 20th century. more

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