“Irish poet Seamus Heaney has died in Dublin at the age of 74,” reports NPR. “He was one of the world’s best-known poets. In 1995 he won the Nobel Prize for Literature.”
Unfortunately, I haven’t had too much contact with Heaney’s poetry proper. His translation of Beowulf is fantastic. It’s the only version I’ve read in full, and none of the others I’ve encountered match it. I’ll leave the real eulogizing to others, like Dan Chiasson over at the New Yorker.