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Seamus Heaney

 shay heaneyOpen Letters Monthly mourns the death of Seamus Heaney, who gave the world plenty of loud laughter, some humble verse, and an immortal translation of Beowulf.

I took what came,Cared for and stood by things in my keeping,Never fomented quarrels, neverSwore to a lie.

“All this consoles me,” the dying king murmurs.