When Seamus Heaney won the Nobel Prize, in 1995, I was living in Dublin during a semester off from college, working in a crowded, narrow restaurant at the heart of the city (long days, no tips; ...

Photograph by Mariana Cook, 2001. This text was delivered as the eulogy at Seamus Heaney’s funeral, which took place in Dublin on September 2, 2013. I called the Heaney house once years ago. Maybe ...

Seamus Heaney died this morning, but his poems continue to be very much alive — and in them, he is first and foremost a poet whose poems you feel in your mouth. Pronouncing the words as he describes a ...

In a poem in "Electric Light", Seamus Heaney talked of "language that can still knock language sideways". This is what he did. He took ordinary words like "sod" and "drain" and "rot" and turned them ...

A new book of Seamus Heaney's work "represents the full arc of his writing life in one place," a Heaney expert has said. A major new volume of the late writer's work brings together his published and ...

Roula Khalaf, Editor of the FT, selects her favourite stories in this weekly newsletter. Not long after suffering a stroke in 2006, Seamus Heaney made a surprise appearance at a poetry festival in Dún ...

Even the previously uncollected work in “The Poems of Seamus Heaney” shows a master craftsman in full control of his powers. Seamus Heaney’s ambition as an artist was balanced by a cool sense of ...

THE eyes first. Kind, brown, narrowing as they smiled. Eyes that had squinted into wind and through smoke: that had seen a river rat “tracing its wet/Arcs on the stones”, wind “quicksilvering” a ...