Nobel-prize winning Irish poet, Seamus Heaney dead earlier today. He was 74. Heaney died in a Dublin hospital, his family said, having suffered stroke in 2006 from which he never truly recovered.
The Northern Ireland-born Heaney was widely considered Ireland’s greatest poet since William Butler Yeats. He wrote 13 collections of poetry, two plays, four prose works on the process of poetry, and many other works.
Heaney was the third Irishman to win the Nobel Prize for Literature, joining Yeats and Samuel Beckett.
Though Heaney’s career held many highlights, he is perhaps best known for his 1999 verse translation of Beowulf. “A better Beowulf,” the New York Times said at the time. “Heaney has turned to Beowulf,” gushed the Guardian, “and the result is magnificent, breathtaking….Heaney has created something imperishable and great that is stainless — stainless, because its force as poetry makes it untouchable by the claw of literalism: it lives singly, as an English language poem.”
In tribute, here The Telegraph offers up what they felt were some of Heaney’s best lines.