walking round a space without seamus heaney
I thought of walking round and round a space Utterly empty, utterly a source Where the decked chestnut tree had …
I thought of walking round and round a space Utterly empty, utterly a source Where the decked chestnut tree had …
This winter Sunday, I woke to the high-pitched scrape of steel on steel, my da sharpening my bread knife because …
Our poet, Seamus Heaney, will be buried in Bellaghy tomorrow evening, his body brought home from Dublin to rest next to …
I can barely bring myself to type the words. Seamus Heaney is dead. There is no way for me to …