Seamus Justin Heaney, 13 April 1939 to 30 August 2013. R.I.P.
"The spot is hallow'd where the good man dwells;
Though centuries have laps’d, his words and deeds
for his remotest offspring still resound” Goethe
Seamus Heaney was the ultimate poet to me; in his work, his life, his manner, his openness and accessibility. I thought of him as a friendly statue, solid, smiling as I resisted the urge to bow down in his presence. Meeting him at readings down the years he was always the same, I remember meeting him at a reading in Clogher, Co Tyrone, I had just pulled up when he drove in beside me & got out, we talked a while & taking a jacket from the car he said;
“I may put on the working clothes”
--Des Donnelly, Poet, Co Tyrone.