Seamus Heaney, a Nobel Prize-winning Irish poet and playwright, dies at 74

It was in 1995 that Seamus Heaney, an Irish poet and playwright, won the Nobel Prize in Literature. But he died at the age of 74 in the hospital due to an illness.

Seamus Heaney, a Nobel Prize-winning Irish poet and playwright, dies at 74Seamus Heaney, a Nobel Prize-winning Irish poet and playwright, dies at 74

Seamus Heaney was a teacher or professor before he won the Nobel Prize. Some of his poetry main collections are as follows:

  • 1984: Station Island, Faber & Faber
  • 1987: The Haw Lantern, Faber & Faber
  • 1991: Seeing Things, Faber & Faber
  • 1996: The Spirit Level, Faber & Faber
  • 2001: Electric Light, Faber & Faber
  • 2006: District and Circle, Faber & Faber
  • 2010: Human Chain, Faber & Faber

Google Celebrates Robert Louis Stevenson 160th Birthday

If you happen to visit Google’s homepage, you might be wondering what is happening with Google because of the homepage’s new image. Google is actually celebrating Robert Louis Stevenson’s 160th birthday.
Robert Louis Balfour Stevenson (13 November 1850 – 3 December 1894) was a Scottish novelist, poet, essayist and travel writer. His best-known books include Treasure Island, Kidnapped, and the Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde.

More of Robert Louis Stevenson here.

The Tiger Poem – Tiger Tiger Burning Bright Poem

The Tiger Poem by William Blake

 

Tiger Tiger burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye.
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

 

In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

 

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat.
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

 

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp.
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

 

When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears:
Did he smile His work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?

 

Tiger Tiger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?