Eavan Boland Poems
- The Pomegranate The only legend I have ever loved is the ...
- The Harbour This harbour was made by art and force. And ...
- Outside History These are outsiders, always. These ...
- My Country In Darkness After the wolves and before the ...
- Domestic Violence It was winter, lunar, wet. At dusk Pewter ...
- Quarantine In the worst hour of the worst season of ...
- Ode to Suburbia Six o'clock: the kitchen bulbs which blister ...
Eavan Boland was born in Dublin, Ireland, on September 24, 1944. Her father was a diplomat and her mother was an expressionist painter.
At the age of six, Boland and her family relocated to London, where she first encountered anti-Irish sentiment. She later returned to Dublin for school, and she received her B.A. from Trinity College in 1966. She was also educated in London and New York.
Her books of poetry include A Woman Without a Country (W. W. Norton, 2014), New Collected Poems (W. W. Norton, 2008), Domestic Violence (W. W. Norton, 2007), Against Love Poetry (W. W. Norton, 2001), The Lost Land (W. W. Norton, 1998), An Origin Like Water: Collected Poems 1967-1987 (W.... more »
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Comments about Eavan Boland
The only legend I have ever loved is
the story of a daughter lost in hell.
And found and rescued there.
Love and blackmail are the gist of it.
Ceres and Persephone the names.
And the best thing about the legend is
I can enter it anywhere. And have.
As a child in exile in
a city of fogs and strange consonants,
I read it first and at first I was
an exiled child in the crackling dusk of
the underworld, the stars blighted. Later
I walked out in a summer twilight
searching for my daughter at bed-time.
When she came running I was ready
to make any ...