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Now as news comes in
of each neighbourly murder
we pine for ceremony,
customary rhythms:
the temperate footsteps
of a cortege, winding past
each blinded home ...

Those lines are from a poem called
Funeral Rites in Seamus Heaney's
latest volume North. I quote them
because there is more sense, insight, and
solace, in xxpoets than in xxpublic
figures. Heaney's xxxxxvoice
resonates more than Paisley's and will
continue to resonate when that cleric is long forgotten. In the end, poetry -
xxxxxxxxmemorable speech - endures.xxxxxxxx
And we have many poets - Heaney, Hewitt,
McFadden, Montague, Kinsella, Deane,Simmon,
Longley,Fiacc, Muldoon, Mahon - and
xxxx xxxxxxx xxwhat they are