Seamus Heaney RIP ‘heaven enough/ To be going on with’

by NJ McGarrigle

Seamus Heaney [1939-2013] Picture: ITV / Rex Features

“To me the honour is sufficient of belonging to the universe — such a great universe, and so grand a scheme of things. Not even Death can rob me of that honour. For nothing can alter the fact that I have lived; I have been I, if for ever so short a time. And when I am dead, the matter which composes my body is indestructible—and eternal, so that come what may to my ‘Soul,’ my dust will always be going on, each separate atom of me playing its separate part — I shall still have some sort of a finger in the pie. When I am dead, you can boil me, burn me, drown me, scatter me — but you cannot destroy me: my little atoms would merely deride such heavy vengeance. Death can do no more than kill you.”

W.N.P. Barbellion

Poet of soil and strife, your winged chariot’s departed for Delphi where you will find the rosy-fingered dawn.

Hora non numero nisi serenas.

‘As between clear blue  and cloud,

Between haystack and sunset sky,

Between oak tree and slated roof,

I had my existence. I was there.

Me in place and the place in me.’