When all the others were away at Mass I was all hers, as we peeled potatoes. They broke the silence, let fall one by one like solder weeping from a soldering iron… —from “Clearances” by Seamus Heaney (1939-2013) Once when we were in London the Times advertised a poetry reading by Seamus Heaney (pronounced Hee-ny) […]
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Writers’ cities
In praise of Dublin’s — and Tampa Bay’s — finest.