My mother - from whom I learned the love of language - sent me this beautiful tribute to Seamus Heaney by a parish priest, born in Ireland, now serving in poor Camden, New Jersey. I've posted the ending below but it's worth reading from the beginning, so click through to it. Ireland is still a place where masses mourn a poet, and a poet can be President. - gwc
Remembering Seamus Heaney, weaver of words
His poem “Requiem for the Croppies” touches on the tragic losses suffered by the Irish people in the 1798 insurrection for independence. Here are a few lines:
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