Ciaran was a giant of a poet, as humble as he was gifted
Ciaran Carson was a man of many talents, all of them borne lightly. He was as happy, as he once admitted, playing traditional music with his wife in the back room of some pub as he was in the serious business of influencing future poets and writers at Queen's University and writing some of the best literature ever about his native Belfast.
Even when he was terminally ill he drew on the horrible experience of cancer for some of the poems in his new collection being published next week. That was a serious commitment to his art, but not unexpected from a man who rose from humble beginnings to become a stellar figure in the arts in Northern Ireland.
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