Alas, Mr Heaney no longer walks among us

[SamScribble]

http://www.theguardian.com/books/2013/aug/30/seamus-heaney

 

[SamScribble]

And another obit - this time The New York Times.

http://www.nytimes.com/2013/08/31/a...rish-poet-dies-at-74.html?pagewanted=all&_r=0

'Digging' was one of the poems that first made me think that he was rather special, I do like simple stuff that works.

 

[NekoParks]

http://www.theguardian.com/books/2013/aug/30/seamus-heaney

And another obit - this time The New York Times.

http://www.nytimes.com/2013/08/31/a...rish-poet-dies-at-74.html?pagewanted=all&_r=0

'Digging' was one of the poems that first made me think that he was rather special, I do like simple stuff that works.

Rest in Peace, S.H....your flesh may dissolve into dust, but your poet's voice will resonate through the ages.

Twice Shy by Seamus Heaney


Her scarf a la Bardot,
In suede flats for the walk,
She came with me one evening
For air and friendly talk.
We crossed the quiet river,
Took the embankment walk.

Traffic holding its breath,
Sky a tense diaphragm:
Dusk hung like a backcloth
That shook where a swan swam,
Tremulous as a hawk
Hanging deadly, calm.

A vacuum of need
Collapsed each hunting heart
But tremulously we held
As hawk and prey apart,
Preserved classic decorum,
Deployed our talk with art.

Our Juvenilia
Had taught us both to wait,
Not to publish feeling
And regret it all too late -
Mushroom loves already
Had puffed and burst in hate.

So, chary and excited,
As a thrush linked on a hawk,
We thrilled to the March twilight
With nervous childish talk:
Still waters running deep
Along the embankment walk.

 

[Tyro999]

He also got a lengthy obit in the Washington Post yesterday.