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Events
UPCOMING READINGS
Poets Harry Clifton, Paula Meehan and
Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin
list of all tour dates and locations
  
AT WAKE FOREST UNIVERSITY
Paula Meehan and Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin
Thursday, Nov. 5 at 7 PM
Annenberg Forum, Carswell Hall
Free and open to the public
followed by book signing & reception
Please join us!
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News and Reviews
NEW RELEASES :
Ciaran Carson: Collected Poems
Paula Meehan: Painting Rain
Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin: Selected Poems
NEWS:TO HEAR Sinead Morrissey and Chris Agee read from The New North at the national launch at the Library of Congress last fall.
REVIEWS:
Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin: Selected Poems
Admired in Ireland since the 1970s, Ni Chuilleanain...deserves American attention too. ... Her visionary sentences favor soft consonants and muffled stops, without rhyme: their tones vary from celebratory to bitter, from the openly prayerful to the curtly appalled. ... Stephen Burt, The New York Times Book Review
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Ciaran Carson: Collected Poems
...Ciaran Carson's Collected does its job; it reminds us that Carson is a poet of sustained authority and resourcefulness, arguably the best writing in English to have emerged in the past 25 years. ... Michael Hinds, Irish Times
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Poem of the Month
A MIDGE CHARM
Breeze god
get up and scatter the armies of the itchy witch
Rain god
ruin their gathering veil
Cloud god
forbid this travesty of your image
Horse god
shake your heathery mane
Water god
splash your frown of ripples
Hill god
lead us out of all hollows
Turf god
preserve us with your smoke
Frost god
put on your white coat
and lock them all away!
by Seán Lysaght
The Wake Forest Series of Irish Poetry, vol. two
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