[{"node":{"title":"Boyd113","Collections":"Boyd Letters","Contributor":"Boyd Estate","Coverage":"19 Jan","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Wednesday, March 16, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Boyd113","Item Description":"Letter","Keywords":"Poetry, Heaney, Patrick Galvin","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/boyd113","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Boyd113_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff- 2 -\n\nThose lines are from a poem called Funeral Rites\nin Seamus Heaney's latest volume North. I quote them\nbecause there is more sense, insight, and solace, in\npoets than in public figures. Heaney's voice resonates\nmore than Paisley's and will continue to resonate when\nthat cleric is long forgotten. In the end, poetry -\nmemorable speech - endures. And we have many poets -\nHeaney, Hewitt, McFadden, Montague, Kinsella, Deane,\nSimmons, MongderLongley,FMaccFiacc, Muldoon, Mahon - and what they\nare telling us has the unpalatability of bitter truth.\n\nAgain to quote\n\nFrom the incubus of thy first coming\nAnd the immaculate conception of death\nWe pray deliverance.\nWe are entombed with love\nPhoenixed in righteousness\nSpare us, 0 Lord\nFrom the crucifixion by fire.\n\nThose lines (only part of Ephiphany in Belfast) are by\nPatrick Galvin, whom you met this summer. You remember\nthat wet afternoon? We talked for an hour or so in the\nLyric Theatre and looked across the Lagan, the river misted,\nand you commented on the beautiful site the theatre possesses.\n","Type":"Text"}}]