Seamus Heaney was a great artist and poet. Better still he was one of our own, speaking to us in the colonised language of Irish-English that still resonates uniquely with Irish souls. He was our secular mystic.
From Poor Women in a City Church:
Old dough-faced women with black shawls
Drawn down tight kneel in the stalls.
Cold yellow candle-tongues, blue flame
Mince and caper as whispered calls
Take wing up to the Holy Name.
A great soul has departed this world.
Image cred.: National Gallery