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In Memoriam

Seamus Heaney, 1939–2013

August 30, 2013 | by


“I might enjoy being an albatross, being able to glide for days and daydream for hundreds of miles along the thermals. And then being able to hang like an affliction round some people’s necks.” —Seamus Heaney, the Art of Poetry No. 75




  1. OJ | August 31, 2013 at 2:34 am

    “Putting a bawn into Boewulf seems one way for an Irish poet to come to terms with that complex history of conquest and colony,
    absorption and resistance, integrity and antagonism, a history which has to be clearly acknowledged by all concerned in order to render it ever more ”willable forward / Again and again and again.'”

    – Seamus Heany. From the introduction to his 2007 translation of Boewulf.

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