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Remembering Eavan Boland on the 6th anniversary of her death. #eavanboland
April 27, 2026 at 2:15 PM
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"Poetry begins where language starts: in the shadows and accidents of one person’s life."

Poems: www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/eavan-...

✒ #EavanBoland, Irish poet and academic, was #BOTD 24 September 1944. #Poetry #Literature
September 24, 2026 at 2:57 AM
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I praise
The gifts of the river.
Its shiftless and glittering
Re-telling of a city

#EavanBoland
March 31, 2026 at 8:03 PM
nathanfrancis79.bsky.social
"Poetry begins where language starts: in the shadows and accidents of one person’s life."

Poems: www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/eavan-...

✒ #EavanBoland, Irish poet and academic, was #BOTD 24 September 1944. #Poetry #Litetature
September 24, 2025 at 1:47 AM
chris-murray.bsky.social
Today is Poet Eavan Boland's birthday #OTD.
Eavan Boland (1944-2020)
Quarantine: poets.org/poem/quarant...
Atlantis - A Lost Sonnet: poets.org/poem/atlanti...

#MuchMissed #IrishWomenPoets #EavanBoland
A 1996 photograph of a smiling Eavan Boland
September 24, 2025 at 7:05 AM
nicolahorgan.bsky.social
'The light is in its element of Autumn'.
#Joy #EavanBoland #Art
ksnodin.bsky.social K Snodin (bread, butter and cake) @ksnodin.bsky.social · Dec 20
'Light through the trees, pathway and seat'
Day 5 of the @NBGGlasnevinOPW advent countdown...
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December 21, 2023 at 10:47 PM
maelbrigde.bsky.social
“On the gift of The Birds of America by John James Audubon” by Eavan Boland.

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October 2, 2024 at 11:22 PM
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Atlantis - A Lost Sonnet by Eavan Boland
How on earth did it happen, I used to wonder that a whole city—arches, pillars, colonnades, not to mention vehicles and animals—had all one fine day gone under? I mean, I said to myself, the world was small then. Surely a great city must have been missed? I miss our old city — white pepper, white pudding, you and I meeting under fanlights and low skies to go home in it. Maybe what really happened is this: the old fable-makers searched hard for a word to convey that what is gone is gone forever and never found it. And so, in the best traditions of where we come from, they gave their sorrow a name and drowned it.
November 10, 2025 at 4:22 PM
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Heroic by Eavan Boland
Sex and history. And skin and bone. And the oppression of Sunday afternoon. Bells called the faithful to devotion. I was still at school and on my own. And walked and walked and sheltered from the rain. The patriot was made of drenched stone. His lips were still speaking. The gun he held had just killed someone. I looked up. And looked at him again. He stared past me without recognition. I moved my lips and wondered how the rain would taste if my tongue were made of stone. And wished it was. And whispered so that no one could hear it but him. Make me a heroine.
June 1, 2025 at 12:53 PM
nicolahorgan.bsky.social
'The light is in its element of Autumn'.

#Joy #EavanBoland #Art
ksnodin.bsky.social K Snodin (bread, butter and cake) @ksnodin.bsky.social · Dec 20
'Light through the trees, pathway and seat'
Day 5 of the @NBGGlasnevinOPW advent countdown...
#art #watercolour #gouache #acrylic #dublin #botanicgardens #pastels #painting #ArtistOnBlueSky
December 20, 2023 at 6:52 PM
chris-murray.bsky.social
'Tree is Real Silver' textworksite.com/2022/11/14/t...

First published Poetry Ireland Review N°138, An Eavan Boland Special Issue. Editor, @nessao.bsky.social

journals, and: bibliography, and: publication notes: textworksite.com/journals-bib...

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‘tree is real silver’ published Poetry Ireland Review (N°138)
Tree is real silver I. Birds tremble there alighting — (lighting) its stained glass recedes and within each bright ening light ening shape the song of a bird embeds a garnet— Each red-feathe…
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May 1, 2025 at 10:03 AM
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"Lares" ia601006.us.archive.org/31/items/lar... {PDF}
Archived at @archive.org, archive.org/details/lare...

First published Indelible Literary Journal (2020), Editor, Roula-Maria Dib.

#HouseholdGods, #EavanBoland , #Indelible #UAE
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June 6, 2026 at 8:35 AM
maelbrigde.bsky.social
From ‘Anna Liffey’ by Eavan Boland

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Photo of a stanza of poetry. The book is held open by a paperweight with an image of blue and white flowers on a blue background. A bookmark bearing the image of magical noble woman from the Irish artist Harry Clarke is visible concealing the previous stanza.
June 24, 2025 at 7:32 PM
chris-murray.bsky.social
I am delighted that the renaming of TCD Library to honour poet Eavan Boland will occur quite close to #IWD25: www.tcd.ie/news_events/... #Celebrations #TCD #EavanBoland #IrishWomenPoets
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March 6, 2025 at 10:22 AM
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More people than one can imagine in the liminal space - In-Between by Beth Kilkenny #Newcastle #Dublin #EavanBoland @rteradio1.bsky.social

Have been trying to get the local bookshop to stock more Boland.
September 28, 2025 at 9:05 AM
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Mother Ireland by Eavan Boland
At first I was land. I lay on my back to be fields and when I turned on my side I was a hill under freezing stars. I did not see. I was seen. Night and day words fell on me. Seeds. Raindrops. Chips of frost. From one of them I learned my name. I rose up. I remembered it. Now I could tell my story. It was different from the story told about me. And now also it was spring. I could see the wound I had left in the land by leaving it. I travelled west. Once there I looked with so much love at every field as it unfolded its rusted wheel and its pram chassis and at the gorse- bright distances I had been that they misunderstood me. Come back to us they said Trust me I whispered.
July 20, 2025 at 2:23 PM
maelbrigde.bsky.social
Eavan Boland’s women
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Eavan Boland’s women
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January 5, 2024 at 8:58 PM
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From "An Interview with Eavan Boland,” Jody Allen-Randolph, Eavan Boland, pg. 124.

Irish University Review, Vol. 23, No. 1, Special Issue: Eavan Boland (Spring - Summer, 1993), pp. 117-130 (14 pages)
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A piece of text with the sentence highlighted, “But I felt there would be — and there is — a very stubborn and privileged perspective which would see male poets as Irish poets and women poets as women poets."
January 6, 2024 at 9:48 AM
chowleen.bsky.social
"I couldn't accept the possibility that the life of the woman would not,or could not,be named in the poetry of my own nation." #EavanBoland
November 19, 2024 at 3:27 PM
chris-murray.bsky.social
The Eavan Boland Library at TCD will be dedicated in early March 2025. Time to re-share this essay at PNR Review, www.pnreview.co.uk/cgi-bin/scri...
#EavanBoland #PatrickKavanagh #Epic #TheIliad
PN Review Print and Online Poetry Magazine - Gods Make their own Importance - Eavan Boland - PN Review 102
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February 24, 2025 at 8:16 AM
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#poems #poetry #eavanboland
June 22, 2024 at 4:46 PM