Lovely piece, Wendy, your joy came tumbling into my room this early morning, and that exhilarating picture of youth, you in your heals, and the poem. I have the book somewhere, I’ll go rooting. And yes, Digging is a favourite of mine too. Reading this, hunting for my book and soaking in a bit of Seamus Heaney will be a delicious start to my day. Thank you.
What a beautiful piece of writing about Swamy’s Heaney and his poetry. An absolute treat to read. I would have loved to hear him read but never did. He was one of my poetry first loves too. ‘Digging,’ just sucked me right in.
Lovely piece, Wendy, your joy came tumbling into my room this early morning, and that exhilarating picture of youth, you in your heals, and the poem. I have the book somewhere, I’ll go rooting. And yes, Digging is a favourite of mine too. Reading this, hunting for my book and soaking in a bit of Seamus Heaney will be a delicious start to my day. Thank you.
You are very welcome x
What a beautiful piece of writing about Swamy’s Heaney and his poetry. An absolute treat to read. I would have loved to hear him read but never did. He was one of my poetry first loves too. ‘Digging,’ just sucked me right in.
Oh dear. I hate predictive text. Seamus. Seamus. Seamus. But maybe a poetry Swami not so way off.
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Digging is absolutely beautiful, isn't it. I feel like it gave me permission to be a poet.