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Poetry Month 2016: Eavan Boland
What Language Did The evening was the same as any other. I came out and stood on the step. The suburb was closed in the weather of an early spring and the shallow tip of washed-out yellows of narcissi resisted dusk. And crocuses and snowdrops. I stood there and felt the melancholy of growing older in such a season, when all I could be certain of was simply in this time of fragrance and refrain, whatever else might flower before the fruit, and be renewed, I would not. Not again. A car splashed by in the twilight.Read More
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On the Poet’s Role
After two absurdly relaxing weeks in Mexico I am only just now digging out from under emails, backlogged paperwork—you know the routine. But before the weekend overtakes me I want to pass along one of the most evocative meditations I’ve read about the role of the poet: Eavan Boland’s “Islands Apart: A Notebook”, from the latest (May 2008) issue of Poetry.Read More