Discussion of themes and motifs in Seamus Heaney’s Bogland. eNotes critical analyses help you gain a deeper understanding of Bogland so you can excel on . Seamus Heaney won the Nobel Prize for Literature in This poem was written in the s and concerns the ‘bog’, one of the few words in the English. Seamus Heaney is widely recognized as one of the major poets of the 20th century. A native of Northern Ireland, Heaney was born in

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Here ‘they’ geaney the colonizer. Flanagan We have no prairies To slice a big sun at evening– Everywhere the eye concedes to Encrouching horizon, Is wooed into the cyclops’ eye Of a tarn. They’ll never dig coal here, Only the waterlogged trunks Of great firs, soft as pulp. Their unfenced country is a bog that keeps crusting between the sights of the sun. This skeleton had been set up as an astounding crate full of air. The bog has not swallowed Irish identity instead it is protected under the peat.

The poet goes on introducing heaey findings received from Bogland while digging it out. The poet has not considered any element of musicality consciously.

Love for country, regard for Irish history, and exploration of Irish culture are the major concerns of this poem.

The eye surrenders itself to the Cyclops’s eye of a small lake in the mountain. Whereas an American observer might interpret the seemingly infinite expanse as a symbol of unfettered progress and ambition, an Irishman will have a more limited vision.


Obgland wet centre is bottomless. In the peat, they will find only the waterlogged trunks of great firs. It should be encroaching horizon in Line 4. The speaker clearly indicates that they have no prairies to slice a big sun in the evening. He indicates that the butter has been turned into blackness from its white color.

Seamus Heaney, as an Irish poet, goes to define Ireland as a bog land. Personification can be seen in the line – the ground itself is kind. Even after the attempt of colonizer, Ireland has preserved its history, glory, and specific identity. The more one goes on exploring into the bogs, the more and longer Irish history comes into the surface.

Visual images, color images, and images related to taste have been used here altogether. However, this bog is always bottomless. Delivering Poems Around The World. It indicates that Ireland has not enough open land.

My Notes – An Education Material Portal For Students, Teachers and Researchers: BOGLAND

Summary and Analysis Sunlight: There is therefore a question mark over this find; it looks magnificent indeed, the antlers of Megaloceros giganteus had boglannd span of up to nine feetbut it contains nothing of importance.

The digger will never dig coal here. Seamus Heaney’s Other Poems. Some where the poet has also used personification.


In each layer, there is Ireland and Irish culture. From the perspective of imagery, the poem is well balanced and highly suggestive. The world ‘salty’ has been used boyland the image of taste. Our unfenced country Is bog that keeps crusting Between the sights of the sun. Butter sunk under, more than hundred years ago, was recovered salty and white. The bog is the preserver of many things, including the remote past.

Bogland – Poem by Seamus Heaney

But is this a good thing or not? The poet still feels proud on Ireland and the existence of Irish nationality. By using the pronoun ‘we’, the poet has shown his bpgland and regard towards his country. The function of the bog is therefore to be a conduit to the past, in which the most valuable thing is knowledge. The poem begins with a negative statement: It is brilliant, because on the one hand, the mounted museum specimen really is full of nothing but air, but also because the ribcage would once have held the creature’s lungs.

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