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Death of a poet

September 9, 2013

Noli timere

The last thing the poet wrote
did not flow from his squat pen
but from the touch of fingertips
(predictive text, I’d guess, switched off)
tapping out in speechless code
encrypted comfort for his wife:
“Don’t be afraid”.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. Karen Young permalink
    September 9, 2013 4:06 pm

    A lovely gentle response xx

  2. September 9, 2013 10:33 pm

    Thank you Karen. I heard Heaney’s son talking about this on the radio.

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