Does the ireland seamus heaney(sp) writes about even exist, did it ever, is he just selling nostalgia to the americans (esp. now that he is at harvard, that irish american outpost)?

is he a continuation of the romantic movement of woodsworth and co. ?

how does he relate to Yeats, to Joyce, to Kavanaugh(sp), to the rest of irish literuture (sp)

does anyone else compete with such intense pastorals ?
(are they really pastorals with the muck and the death)
(is the death all perserved, like the bog poems)

does the poverty become less real and more cute (wrong word, twee, kitsch, something else, thinking of frank mccourt)

stevie troussay says i should look at muldoon in context of this, perhaps i shall.