Seamus Heaney, who died Friday morning in Dublin, published poetry for roughly half a century. As he wrote in “Digging,” one of his most famous poems, that was his work. While his father and grandfather toiled in the fields, he worked by putting his pen to paper.
That’s the Heaney remembered in this montage, compiled from a number of archival clips over the years: Heaney, just doing his job.
Slate will have more on Heaney later this afternoon.
