On August 30, 2013, Irish poet Seamus Heaney passed away. He describes his own journey through life best in his beautiful epitaph.
I only met Seamus Heaney a few times but knew him enough to recognize his extraordinary personal gifts and not just his poetry.
He was as ordinary and down to earth in person as the son of a farmer from rural Derry could be.
There was a razor-sharp mind, of course, but unlike most poets no affectations or attempts to bewilder rather than explain.
“Walk On Air Against Your Better Judgement”
That was him his whole life, a rural farmer’s son from a war-torn region who won the Nobel Prize in Literature and insisted on believing in the marvelous.
He explained the lines himself to the Harvard Crimson:
“A person from Northern Ireland is naturally cautious. You grew up vigilant because it’s a divided society. My poetry, on the whole, was earth-hugging, but then I began to look up rather than keep down. I think it had to do with a sense that the marvelous was as permissible as the matter-of-fact in poetry. That line is from a poem called 'The Gravel Walks,' which is about heavy work—wheeling barrows of gravel—but also the paradoxical sense of lightness when you’re lifting heavy things. I like the in-betweenness of up and down, of being on the earth and of the heavens. I think that’s where poetry should dwell, between the dream world and the given world, because you don’t just want photography, and you don’t want fantasy either.”
The conversations I had with him always returned to that point, to the fact that an intractable war, horrific killings, seemingly unsolvable issues had all somehow been overcome in the name of peace.
For pessimistic people, in so many ways, it was a fantastic imaginative leap to make the peace happen.
I attended the August 2013 vigil for Heaney at the church in Donnybrook near his Dublin home. It was extraordinary to see how many ordinary people showed up, not just the literati and glitterati.
The ordinary Irish embraced him too in a unique way – I don’t think any other Irish writer could have received such homage. He was always Seamus, not Mr. Heaney.
It was a very moving sight in the church that night.
Now he has left us with his final words, typically encouraging and exhorting us to dream.
Believe in the marvelous, the impossible, the unattainable as he did all his life. He achieved it too.
He was truly an inspirational figure and remains one.
*Originally published in 2016
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