I am so at home in Dublin, more than any other city, that I feel it has always been familiar to me. It took me years to see through its soft charm to its bitter prickly kernel - which I quite like too.

Home Poetry

Poetry

Imperishable Song

One of the many remarkable aspects of the recent selection of Seamus Heaney’s letters (The Letters of Seamus Heaney, edited by Christopher Reid, published by Faber & Faber) is the recurring echo of WB Yeats’s voice. Heaney frequently used Yeats’s vocabulary and diction when writing to fellow poets or others likely to appreciate the echo. […]

Lost Poets’ Society

I teach a class in Irish poetry a couple of times a year and I always begin with Sappho, fragment 31, chanted in a YouTube video by a chorus of voices in the original Aeolic Greek. It causes confusion: at least two students in every group begin their weekly journal with ‘My favourite Irish poet […]

Death in the Valley

Poems of flight, new beginnings, sad partings and rich harvests

Rumpled Giant

The greatest 20th century poet writing in English along with WB Yeats

Otters and Orioles

A well-read eye observes nature over the passing years

Mad About Poetry

Translating the poem, and the reader into the world of the poem

Larkin at 100

The elusive depth that lies behind the all-too-explicit ordinariness

Darts of Thought

An exploration of the complexities of identity and relationships

The Spin of Things

Darkly optimistic poems salvaged from the suburban humdrum

Poetic Bears and Others

An anthology marked by warmth, bigness of heart and generosity of spirit