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It is usual to say, truthfully and consolingly, after the death of a poet that the work lives on and will continue to do good. However personal its origins, a poem is always also for somebody else, for strangers, for the not-yet-born. Still a man as loved as Seamus Heaney, dying, he leaves a great gap.
Pretty soon in the sadness after his d..
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