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  1. About. “Strange Fruit” is one of two poems written by Heaney upon seeing in a museum corpses exhumed from the Arrhus boglands in Denmark. The other The Tollund Man is a more masculine ...

  2. One of the most critically acclaimed poems from Seamus Heaney’s North. (1975), ‘Strange Fruit’ is indebted to a poem by Abel Meeropol, a Jewish man. who had been ‘haunted ... for days’1 on seeing a photograph of a lynching in. which the bodies of two black men hang from trees above a crowd of spectators.

    • Gail McConnell
    • 2017
  3. Seamus Heaney. Strange Fruit. Here is the girl’s head like an exhumed gourd. Oval-faced, prune-skinned, prune-stones for teeth. They unswaddled the wet fern of her hair. And made an exhibition of its coil, Let the air at her leathery beauty. Pash of tallow, perishable treasure: Her broken nose is dark as a turf clod,

  4. Learn More. "Strange Fruit," written by Jewish schoolteacher Abel Meeropol in 1937, takes a harrowing and unflinching look at American racism. The poem specifically focuses on the horrific lynchings that took place primarily across the American South, in which black individuals were brutally tortured and murdered—and often strung up from ...

  5. May 2, 2015 · Strange Fruit. by Seamus Heaney. Here is the girl's head like an exhumed gourd. Oval-faced, prune-skinned, prune-stones for teeth. They unswaddled the wet fern of her hair. And made an exhibition of its coil, Let the air at her leathery beauty. Pash of tallow, perishable treasure:

  6. “Strange Fruit” is one of Seamus Heaney’s renowned poems that deals with the dark and heavy theme of violent death and brutal injustice. The title “Strange Fruit” itself is a potent symbol, drawing from the infamous Billie Holiday song about lynching and racial violence in America, while in Heaney’s poem it refers metaphorically to ...

  7. Classics Seamus Heaney. Strange Fruit. Here is the girl's head like an exhumed gourd. Oval-faced, prune-skinned, prune-stones for teeth. They unswaddled the wet fern of her hair And made an exhibition of its coil, Let the air at her leathery beauty. Pash of tallow, perishable treasure: Her broken nose is dark as a turf clod, Her eyeholes blank ...

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