Longtime readers (can I say that? I think I can...) of this blog will know that I've been on an Irish literature kick for a while now, which culiminated (but did not, actually, end) in a trip to Ireland a few months ago. While in Ireland, I fell fast and hard for Seamus Heaney's work and devoured it as I toured his gray/green lands and dark/cozy pubs.
So imagine my pure delight when I discovered this yummy tidbit in The Scotsman: Heaney has written a new poem in celebration of poet Robert Burns. That's, like, poetry porn!
But there's more salacious goodness: Andrew O'Hagan, who wrote the preface to Burns's latest poetry collection (A Night Out with Robert Burns), reads the new poem aloud and we get to listen! Right here! Crackling fire and poetry in a dark Irish pub: sounds like home. I'm ready for my Guinness now.