A Woman Without a Country
Poems
17 May 2016
Territory Rights — Worldwide including Canada, but excluding the British Commonwealth.
Description
A powerful work that examines how—even without country or settled identity—a legacy of love can endure.
From “Talking to my Daughter Late at Night”
We have a tray, a pot of tea, a scone.
This is the hour
When one thing pours itself into another:
The gable of our house stored in shadow.
A spring planet bending ice
Into an absolute of light.
Your childhood ended years ago. There is
No path back to it.
Reviews
"Eavan Boland is a major Irish poet, a great seeker, and her new book is a determined mission to bring the past out of the shadows, to lift up images, record words, in a lyric battle against omissions and erasures, recorded history, the ruthlessness of time. She is a necessary singer." — Edward Hirsch
"Eavan Boland’s poems have an edgy precision, an uncanny sympathy and warmth, an unsettling sense of history. Her heart-stopping memories—bitter or poignant or loving—become our own. This is her best book—an astonishment, a treasure." — J. D. McClatchy
"A powerful work that examines how—even without country or settled identity—a legacy of love can endure." — Publishers Weekly
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