Seamus Heaney – Walk on Air

I want to end 2015 by writing about something that connects death and life.  On August 12th I went with my husband and our friends, Anne and Huw to the large village of Bellaghy in County Derry, Northern Ireland. I’d been there before to visit Bellaghy Bawn, a substantial house dating from the early seventeenth century, from the days of the Plantation  of Ulster. It has for some time housed memorabilia connected with the poet, Seamus Heaney who grew up not far away.

But it’s not so much the Bawn that has stayed with me from this visit. It’s the graveyard.

photo Belfast Telegraph
photo Belfast Telegraph

Seamus Heaney is buried in the graveyard of St Mary’s Roman Catholic church, Bellaghy. This is an old parish, dating back to 1814, though the present church is an imposing 1877 building. It’s a venerable graveyard, testimony to a long-established community whose graves, neatly side-by-side, take up every inch of space. It is extremely well-cared-for, to a degree that can only come from genuine dedication. These people don’t forget their dead.

Tucked into the crook of a boundary wall and therefore a little separated from the main range of graves is Seamus Heaney’s plot. It’s modest and handsome. A decent piece of work, my own late father would have said. On the gravestone, along with Seamus Heaney’s name and dates, is an epitaph:

‘walk on air against your better judgement’

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It’s a line from the poem, ‘The Gravel Walks’. That’s bold advice to give from the grave: a bidding us attempt the impossible (or indeed the inadvisable), lightly.

But more impressive to me than even this arresting imperative or the simple dignity of the plot was  a tiny detail of the grave. Near a corner of the kerb opposite the headstone two small stones had been placed. Pebbles. One white. One orange.

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They’re so small they barely register in this photograph but to me they were significant. I may be completely wrong but they seemed to me to be an instinctive tribute – placed there at a respectful distance but definitely placed, not random – a wanting to contribute something to this man who had given so much to so many.

What can be given to the dead? Remembrance. Prayers, certainly in the Catholic tradition. Perhaps a pledge to take that heady advice and see what happens?

As my own tribute I’d like to recommend the reading of his marvellous  Nobel Prize Lecture. It is full of riches and wisdom. Being a broadcaster I tend to notice his references to radio’s ability to connect one to the world:

‘That child in the bedroom, listening simultaneously to the domestic idiom of his Irish home and the official idioms of the British broadcaster while picking up from behind both the signals of some other distress, that child was already being schooled for the complexities of his adult predicament…’

And I see in this passage a link to the epitaph’s call for an act of faith in the local:

‘even if we have terrible proof that pride in an ethnic and religious heritage can quickly degrade into the fascistic, our vigilance on that score should not displace our love and trust in the good of the indigenous per se. On the contrary, a trust in the staying power and travel-worthiness of such good should encourage us to credit the possibility of a world where respect for the validity of every tradition will issue in the creation and maintenance of a salubrious political space.

I’m also comforted by his characterisation of the Northern Irish approach to life:

‘The temperamental disposition towards an art that was earnest and devoted to things as they are was corroborated by the experience of having been born and brought up in Northern Ireland… No place in the world prides itself more on its vigilance and realism, no place considers itself more qualified to censure any flourish of rhetoric or extravagance of aspiration.’

To have this expressed so clearly endorses my own experience and makes it feel less strange but I’m comforted also by the fact that he goes on to acknowledge that, having internalised these attitudes, he grew ‘a skin to protect myself against them’. These are not comfortable attitudes. Having to grow a skin to protect against something that is already inside one could hardly be easy.

Vigilance and realism. ‘earnest and devoted to things as they are’

But it is poetry that, for Heaney, permits what he calls in the lecture, the ‘space-walk’, the ‘walking on air’, the possibility of reconciling that vigilance and realism with the imagination. He credits poetry with this capacity, he says,

‘because of a line I wrote fairly recently instructing myself (and whoever else might be listening) to ‘walk on air against your better judgement’.

Poetry can create something at once true to external reality and sensitive to the inner reality of each person.

I believe that this is true for every art.

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Bellaghy Bawn

A Seamus Heaney Interpretive Centre is being built in the village which will probably supplant Bellaghy Bawn’s role as Heaney ‘treasury’. On the day we visited the Bawn it wasn’t due to be open but a member of staff kindly agreed that as he had to open it anyway for some maintenance work, sure we might as well come on in too. I hope that human touch, that pragmatic generosity (doing for someone what you’d want them to do for you) is not lost. There is an art to living too.

St Mary’s, Bellaghy has two graveyards. The newer one is on the other side of the road. There are notable graves there too, of physical force Republicans of more than one type. And in August the gravestone of another well-known Ulsterman was erected, that of Ian Paisley in County Down.  Of these graves, Seamus Heaney’s is the most gravity-defying.

‘The Gravel Walks’ can be found in the collection ‘The Spirit Level’, Faber and Faber 2001.

Various renditions of the tune ‘The Gravel Walks’ can be found on youtube but stay off those that are mainly vehicles for musicians who want to boast how fast they can play.

This one is a nicely cross-cultural version with a bit of Scots to it.

This is a very simple version on penny whistle.

 

 

 

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