In 1995 the Irish poet Seamus Heaney was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature, “for works of lyrical beauty and ethical depth, which exalt everyday miracles and the living past.”
In his death today he becomes a part of our “living past.” And his passing is a reminder of the luminous souls whose work will reverberate long after today’s transient thugs and loud charlatans have passed through the news cycle. More in my Free Range column.
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