The United States' poetry emerged when there was a high literacy rate in the United States, even in the 19th century. People read the poetry when it was written. In Ireland, there was a poor literacy rate and people remember that poetry. That was handed on as a memorial tradition.
Love will heal What language fails to know - Eavan Boland
Love will heal What language fails to know
- 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
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…
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.
Beauty has as many meanings as man has moods. - Eavan Boland
Beauty has as many meanings as man has moods.
. . . 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…
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
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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