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2 poems available

Maurice Riordan's patient, contemplative poems of love and memory follow the example of Robert Frost in slowly releasing their reach and complexity while maintaining hailing distance of the proverbial - Sean O'Brien


Nick Laird

B. 1975

5 poems available

Through the sparseness and compression, Laird generates a haunting trove of subtle and enriching tonal orchestrations - Alan Gillis


Matthew Sweeney

B. 1952 D. 2018

6 poems available

The act of writing is a process of curiosity and discovery, with the unconscious mind leading, and everything focussing on finding the right concrete details. Matthew Sweeney


Form is a straitjacket in the way that a straitjacket was a straitjacket for Houdini. Paul Muldoon.


Fergus Allen

B. 1921 D. 2017

3 poems available

Allen writes poetry that is limpid, very subtle and marvellously wise. - William Boyd


John Montague

B. 1929 D. 2016

5 poems available

some pure thing, / Some living source, half-imagined and half-real, / Pulses in the fictive water that I feel. - John Montague, 'The Water Carrier'


Patrick Kavanagh

B. 1905 D. 1967

I dabbled in verse and it became my life. - Patrick Kavanagh


Austin Clarke

B. 1896 D. 1974

Burn Ovid with the rest. Lovers will find/ A hedge-school for themselves and learn by heart/ All that the clergy banish from the mind,/ When hands are joined and head bows in the dark. - 'Penal Law' by Austin Clarke


William Butler Yeats

B. 1865 D. 1939

8 poems available

For everything that's lovely is / But a brief, dreamy, kind delight. 'Never Give All the Heart', W. B. Yeats


13 poems available

A keeper of the artistic estate, a custodian of griefs and wonders - Seamus Heaney


Louis MacNeice

B. 1907 D. 1963

1 poem available

The writer today should be not so much the mouthpiece of a its conscience, its critical faculty, its generous instinct. - Louis MacNeice


Seamus Heaney

B. 1939 D. 2013

4 poems available

And here is love / like a tinsmith's scoop / sunk past its gleam / in the meal-bin - 'Mossbawn Sunlight', Seamus Heaney