Eavan Boland

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Eavan Boland
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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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Best Poem of Eavan Boland

The Harbour

This harbour was made by art and force.
And called Kingstown and afterwards Dun Laoghaire.
And holds the sea behind its barrier
less than five miles from my house.

Lord be with us say the makers of a nation.
Lord look down say the builders of a harbour.
They came and cut a shape out of ocean
and left stone to close around their labour.

Officers and their wives promenaded
on this spot once and saw with their own eyes
the opulent horizon and obedient skies
which nine tenths of the law provided.

And frigates with thirty-six guns, cruising
the ...

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