Inimitable. How do you create a tribute to a poet such as Seamus Heaney with such a lyrical, passionate command of language. This is a compilation of some of his titles (see if you recognise them) which I’ve tried to bring together to create a feeling for the voltage of language – his words, not mine. 30th August 2013.
The Voltage of Language
|Digging, blackberry picking,
harvesting each word,
heavy-hanging, dew-bright, flush-ripe
in Anahorish morning’s pink-flesh light.
Now the otter breaking crystal tarn,
Keeping going, forging verse
Postscript: the act of union of words
30th August 2013 – headline from the BBC
Notes: “Poet Seamus Heaney dies aged 74.” Seamus Heaney, acclaimed by many as the best Irish poet since WB Yeats, has died aged 74. He was born in April 1939, the eldest of nine children, on a farm near Toomebridge in County Londonderry, Northern Ireland, but as a child moved to the village of Bellaghy. He was educated at St Columb’s College, Derry, a Catholic boarding school, and later at Queen’s University Belfast, before training as a teacher. He settled in Dublin, with periods of teaching in the US. Heaney was an honorary fellow at Trinity College Dublin and, last year, was bestowed with the Seamus Heaney Professorship in Irish Writing at the university, which he described as a great honour. Over his long career he was awarded numerous prizes and received many honours for his work. He was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1995 “for works of lyrical beauty and ethical depth, which exalt everyday miracles and the living past”. Andrew Motion, former Poet Laureate and a friend of Heaney said that Heaney was “a great poet, a wonderful writer about poetry, and a person of truly exceptional grace and intelligence.”
- Saying a sad goodbye to Seamus Heaney in Dublin (irishcentral.com)