A great man has passed.
That leaves me unutterably sad.
Sure, the world is a poorer place tonight for his passing.
…but so much richer for his gifts.
Solas síoraí, Seamus.
"
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests.
I’ll dig with it.
"
I had the pleasure and honor of meeting him, hearing him read his poetry and talk about writing when he was a guest writer at Wofford College, a small liberal arts college in my home town of Spartanburg, SC nearly thirty years ago:
http://www.wofford.edu/creativewriting/content.aspx?id=10976
I recall how kind he seemed and eager to share his wisdom with everyone there.
May God grant him memory eternal!
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