Love will heal What language fails to know

- Eavan Boland

Flesh is heretic. My body is a witch. I am burning it.

- Eavan Boland

Poetry is one of the most fugitive arts: it can be assigned to memory, taken and hidden in the mind, smuggled into smoky cabin back rooms, recited th…

- Eavan Boland

. . . We love fog because it shifts old anomalies into the elements surrounding them. It gives relief from a way of seeing

- Eavan Boland

Beauty has as many meanings as man has moods.

- Eavan Boland

I once gave a workshop and I asked the women poets there, If you went back to that little town you've come from - these were from small towns - would…

- Eavan Boland

It has always seemed to me a great honor to be called an Irish poet. I don't think I will ever lose that, but it's also a great honor to be a woman p…

- Eavan Boland

Sleep in a world, your final sleep has woken

- Eavan Boland

Poetry begins where language starts: in the shadows and accidents of one person’s life.

- Eavan Boland