Dermot Healy finds that the sea and the seasonal migrations of a flock of geese have a powerful influence on his poetry
Dermot Healy only hears the Sea when it ‘‘comes up suddenly underneath the bed.”
He lives so close to the Atlantic that these days he buries the sound of the waves until he’s elsewhere and realises what’s missing, or until the ocean hits the cliffs at night and rushes under...
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