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Seamus Heaney has no equal.

Here, an excerpt from his poem "Audenesque":

Worshipped language can't undo
Damage time has done to you:
Even your peremptory trust
In words alone here bites the dust.

Dust-cakes still -- see Gilgamesh --
Feed the dead. So be their guest.
Do again what Auden said
Good poets do: bite, break their bread.


He is a dense poet, one I don't even pretend I can truly grasp the whole of. Still, I read, and will doubtless read again, and again, and again. There's so much to delve into, so much to see and to feel.

Truly, the world is a blessed place to have had, and to still have, his poetry available in it.