[{"node":{"title":"Boyd119","Collections":"Boyd Letters","Contributor":"Boyd Estate","Coverage":"19 Jan","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Wednesday, March 16, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Boyd119","Item Description":"Letter","Keywords":"Heaney, Poets","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/boyd119","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/Boyd119_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff2\n\nNow as news comes in\nof each neighbourly murder\nwe pine for ceremony,\ncustomary rhythms:\nthe temperate footsteps\nof a cortege, winding past\neach blinded home ...\n\nThose lines are from a poem called\nFuneral Rites in Seamus Heaney's\nlatest volume North. I quote them\nbecause there is more sense, insight, and\nsolace, in xxpoets than in xxpublic\nfigures. Heaney's xxxxxvoice\nresonates more than Paisley's and will\ncontinue to resonate when that cleric is long forgotten. In the end, poetry -\nxxxxxxxxmemorable speech - endures.xxxxxxxx\nAnd we have many poets - Heaney, Hewitt,\nMcFadden, Montague, Kinsella, Deane,Simmon,\nLongley,Fiacc, Muldoon, Mahon - and\nxxxx xxxxxxx xxwhat they are\n","Type":"Text"}}]