December 11, 2013
‘The keeper of language and essence as a people’
By Sam Cage
DUBLIN — Seamus Heaney’s poems evoke an Irish country childhood, with images of potato diggers and peat bog cutters, and echo the deep political splits that have divided the island.
His works include the 1966 début Death of a Naturalist, The Spirit Level, District and Circle and an acclaimed translation of the old English epic poem Beowulf.
‘For us, Seamus Heaney was the keeper of language, our codes, our essence as a people,‘ Irish Prime Minister Enda Kenny said. ‘He belongs with Joyce, Yeats, Shaw and Beckett in the pantheon of our greatest literary exponents.‘
Heaney was a rarity among poets, having won acclaim from critics while producing best-sellers. His poems nostalgically recall the sights and smells of a country childhood.
The weaving of rural roots and modern realism helped him become the most acclaimed Irish poet since William Butler Yeats. Heaney was born in the year that Yeats died, and died in Dublin near the house where Yeats was born.
A tousle-haired figure with a shy and subtle manner, he hated media hype and publishers’ publicity caravans even as he became one of Ireland’s most famous figures. It once took him three hours to walk down Dublin’s main street, pursued by autograph hunters.
He found recognition in academic circles, becoming Professor of Poetry at Oxford University and lecturing at Harvard University, and won the Nobel prize for his ‘works of lyrical beauty and ethical depth‘.
‘I have described Seamus Heaney as a national treasure, but he was an international treasure, a colossus of literature,‘ said Northern Ireland’s deputy first minister, Martin McGuinness. ‘We’re all much poorer as a result of his passing today and I feel it very deeply.‘
A SPLIT IRELAND. Heaney’s life was a cultural juggling act that began with his childhood in a Northern Ireland riven by sectarian tensions between Protestants and Catholics. He left at the height of the conflict in 1972, his departure hailed by one Belfast Protestant paper which called him ‘the well-known Papist propagandist.‘
Settling first in the Wicklow Mountains and then in Dublin, his move to the Irish Republic made the headlines and those experiences allowed Heaney to bring a new sense of both the pain and passion of being Irish at a time when the island was torn apart by the Northern Ireland conflict.
‘There are tens of thousands of people today who will be feeling personally bereaved because he had great presence,‘ said prominent Belfast poet Michael Longley. ‘Just as his presence filled a room his marvellous poetry has filled the heads of a generations of readers.‘
Heaney always felt the tug of language between English and Irish and acknowledged the dichotomy in his acclaimed 1987 volume The Haw Lantern, writing, “Two buckets were easier carried than one / I grew up in between.”
He was acutely aware of the dilemma of being a ‘Green‘ Irish nationalist in a province ruled by the red, white and blue flag of the British monarchy and was once spotted in the bar on the Dublin-Belfast railway switching diplomatically from the Powers southern Irish whiskey to the northern brand Bushmills as the train crossed the border.
When a London publisher sought to put his work in an anthology of British poetry, he swiftly replied:
“Don’t be surprised if I demur, for, be advised / My passport’s green. No glass of ours was ever raised to toast the queen.”