Michael's books have won many national and international awards. His collection THE PHYSICS OF PARTING (Wyndham Hall Press/Cloverdale Library 1993.) won the American Cloverdale Prize for poetry, chosen from a panel of judges from ten countries.
MORNINGS OF THE ORESTEIA, SELECTED POEMS (1975-2008) was greeted with wide international acclaim.
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Michael O'Sullivan Poems
When ashes ventured to Heraclitus That more things may exist than fire He disappeared into a sunny gap Created by foreshortening of his stride.
Persistence Of Money After Death
Only when homeless Did I discover I was the sole and sanguine heir To two family graves.
Cape Clear Island
No shapes nor fine geographies will spring Around me on this Island place. I study water worrying a rock and know How countless eyes have seen this present glint,
Having no chronmetric choice The clock ticks on, yet in its shadow Lurks a deeper time with hands Of teeming flesh. Keats measured
After The Final Disappointment
All expectations Crushed I opened My coffin lid
A Glimpse Of Heaven
You felt the stars were angels when you walked The four miles into Midleton for the matinee. Your mother had to explain how they were human, That Deanna Durbin was a breathing being,
-Why do we draw? -Because we can't see.
A shiver spoils her lovemoan, he can tell: The lines of love's equation are almost parallel.
Truth Without Anger
If my body wasn't set on its decay You would not love me with a measured love. If my voice did not linger in the air And follow the dead eagles to their rest
Our house is divided Between love and love. We do not need hatred To be the masters of war.
Since he refused your soul What price will pay the ferryman To bring you further home But the loan you borrowed
Fanciful echoes, in an agitated brain, Are the souls of our deepest wishes. But who will find the wilderness again?
-Do you like chicken? The child asks me, As he continues throwing stones. -Not too often
Earth fire extinguished, heaven shot with flame, A bronze girl in the water's hail Commands, in sensuous excess A planet's path, or comet's icy tail.
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
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(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
When ashes ventured to Heraclitus
That more things may exist than fire
He disappeared into a sunny gap
Created by foreshortening of his stride.
As Ur-Syphilis whispered to dying Thales
That water had no monopoly on pain
The unitarian cried drops of semen
Whose unique salts made Ur-Syphilis extinct.
When flies debased all number to Pythagoroas
A gown surged forth from the ineffable,
Enmeshed all flies with their descendants,
Imparting Death its concentrated tone.
When a mushroom visited the atom bomb
Accusing it of flagrant imitation,