In flight, I felt him on the other side
Of his just-published letters, many penned
In Glanmore’s “vale,” his “bastion,” “silence bunker,”
“A scribe’s stone cell” tucked close to Glendalough,
Where slates still drip like ink on alder leaves.
—From “The Other Side” by David Livewell, on Seamus Heaney
3 months ago