Who will be our poet now that Seamus Heaney is gone? HE was simply a source of grace, a blessing, and you always knew he was on your side. I was lucky to know those qualities and see them captured in a single name: Seamus. What is it about some people that they seem to carry a kind of moral gladness with them? Not that they are always good or always right, but that they hold out the possibility of a better selfhood for everybody. In the days since he died, I've been feeling sore in the heart, because a light has gone out, a reliable comfort.