Seamus Heaney (1939 - 2013)

It is with great sorrow and sadness that I report the death of Seamus Heaney in Dublin. I offer my condolences to his wife Marie, and children, Christopher, Michael and Catherine Ann.

Seamus Justin Heaney, 13 April 1939 to 30 August 2013.  R.I.P.

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"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

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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”

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Des Donnelly, Poet, Co Tyrone.

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Poem - If I

if I was a bird
you are the colour on my wings
if I was a fish 
you are the rainbow on my back
if I was the land
you are the flower growing in me
if I was a star
you are the light shining from me
if I was a song
you are my music
if I was that boy
you are my girl
if
if only 
if only

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by Des Donnelly   ..written 2.Dec.2004

1 million views of my writing on Hubpages

A few years back (probably a right few now) I reached the milestone of 1 million views of my writing on Hubpages under my pseudonym Drax. I would like to thank all my readers, friends and fans for their support in the Hubpages era. I am indebted to Paul Edmondson, former CEO of Hubpages and all his staff.

I do not have any poetry publicly viewable on the site anymore and I am in the process of moving that material to here.

Poem - The Bi-Polar Owl

The Bi-Polar Owl

the bi polar owl was in a bad mood,
the mice scrambled for cover.
To die was simply destiny,
but the mood brought sado machostic practices,
even the dead would not talk about.
The terror among the field mice palatable,
leading to mass migrations,
many moving to the town.
Scurrying in the shadows oblivious to the cat gauntlet,
the bliss of sudden death welcome.
Then just the shudder of memory,
the full moon in a wide field,
the silent swoop of the owl.
Life over in that moment,
the rush of adrenaline, the high,
scrambling for purchase to escape the shadow black,
faster, faster, faster,
and then...

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