SEAMUS HEANEY

Sir, There appears to be a belief abroad that all good things must come to an end. If this harsh hypothesis is indeed true, then perhaps the most appropriate way to conclude the recent correspondence in relation to Seamus Heaney's commendable achievement is to follow the example of President Clinton at Dublin Castle on December 1st, and finish by recalling the poets own lines Non it's high water mark,

And floodtide in the heart, and time to go,

What's letf to say?

Suspect too much sweet talk

But never close your mind

It was a fortunate wind that blew me here

I leave half ready to believe

That a crippled trust might walk

And the half true rhyme is love,

Yours, etc., Hillcrest Park, Glasnevin, Dublin 11.