Human chain

"Seamus Heaney's new collection elicits continuities and solidaritiesb︣etween husband and wife, child and parent, then and nowi︣nside an intently remembered present: the stepping stones of the day, the weight and heft of what is passed from hand to hand, lifted and lowered. Human Chain also broaches larger questions of transmission, of lifelines to the inherited past. There are newly minted versions of anonymous early Irish lyrics, poems that stand at the crossroads of oral and written, and other "hermit songs" that weigh equally in their balance the craft of scribe and the poet's early calling as scholar. A remarkable sequence entitled "Route Ho" plots the descent into the underworld in the Aeneid against single moments in the arc of a life, front a 1950's childhood to the birth of a first grandchild. Other poems display a Virgilian pietas for the deadf︣riends, neighbors, familyt︣hat is yet wholly and movingly vernacular." "Human Chain also includes a poetic "herbal" adapted from the Breton poet Eugene Guillevicl︣yrics as delicate as ferns, which puzzle briefly over the world of things, and landscapes that exclude human speech while affirming the interconnectedness of phenomena, as of a self-sufficiency in which we too are included."--Book Jacket.