Tuesday, September 3, 2013

The Passing of a Poet

I cried when I saw that Seamus Heaney had died on Friday, tears that were some mix of love of the beauty of his poems, gratitude for the sound of line from a sonnet that caught my imagination as an undergraduate, and a deep sense of loss for all the poems that will never be written now.

And then I read this and just about cried again.  The idea of a poet texting Latin to his wife makes my heart leap.

Noli timere. 

Don't be afraid. 

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