To be an Irish poet after that 19th century in which there was such a struggle toward the light, I think still will always be in the hearts of the writers of my generation and the generations before and hopefully the generations after.
Love will heal What language fails to know - Eavan Boland
Love will heal What language fails to know
- Eavan Boland
Flesh is heretic. My body is a witch. I am burning it. - Eavan Boland
Flesh is heretic. My body is a witch. I am burning it.
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
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…
Beauty has as many meanings as man has moods. - Eavan Boland
Beauty has as many meanings as man has moods.
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
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…
Sleep in a world, your final sleep has woken - Eavan Boland
Sleep in a world, your final sleep has woken
. . . We love fog because it shifts old anomalies into the elements surrounding them. It gives relief from a way of seeing - Eavan Boland
. . . We love fog because it shifts old anomalies into the elements surrounding them. It gives relief from a way of seeing
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
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…
Poetry begins where language starts: in the shadows and accidents of one person’s life. - Eavan Boland
Poetry begins where language starts: in the shadows and accidents of one person’s life.
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