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A Note to My Colleagues: Past, Present, Future

Seamus Heaney wrote a poem recalling the happy memory of peeling potatoes with his mother: Cold comforts set between us, things to shareGleaming in a bucket of clean water.And again let fall. Little pleasant splashesFrom each other’s work would bring us to our senses. Seamus Heaney, “Clearances III” from Opened Ground: Selected poems 1966-1996 It…


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