In Tribute to Seamus Heaney

Here is one of my favorite poems by Seamus Heaney who passed away today. I was inspired to do this piece after seeing him read at UMass Lowell, sometime I think in the early 1980s. It reminds me of what calligraphy gave me—the opportunity to savor the words I loved in such a deep and physical way. I have a special fondness for this one because I much as I loved uncial, I found few appropriate places to use it. It was perfect here. O calendar customs!

An extensive interview by Henri Cole in The Paris Review

A collection of videos of Heaney reading his poems

A blog post from last year by writer Aine Greaney who had him as a professor as an undergrad in Dublin