Seamus Heaney died today. The New York Times headline described him as “Irish poet of soil and strife.”
I don’t pretend to always understand poetry though I savor it. I am always awed by how poets use language in such an artful way. My favorite poet of all time remains Pablo Neruda, who is simply magical to me. Seamus Heaney was another writer I have admired for a long time.
The world has lost another terrific writer today.
Here is my favorite verse by Heaney from his poem, “Casualty.”