The New Oxford Book of Irish VerseNever have the immense riches of Irish poetry been displayed to better advantage in this magnificent new collection. The Irish poetic tradition is generally not considered in its entirety. For the poetry in Irish, especially in the early and medieval periods, the emphasis is frequently specialist or linguistic, while the poetry in English is usually considered as an adjunct to the English tradition. Thomas Kinsella's new anthology views the tradition as a whole, with two major bodies of poetry in interaction--sharing, for a great part of their existence, a very painful history. The selection is divided into three "Books." Book I opens with the earliest, pre-Christian poetry in Old Irish and ends in the fourteenth century with the first Irish poetry in the English language. Book II, from the fourteenth to the eighteenth century, presents the age of bardic poetry, and the great poetry of its decline, with the "new" poetry in Irish that followed it, and the era of Swift and Goldsmith. Book III covers the nineteenth and twentieth centuries, from the beggar poet Raifteiri, in Irish, and his contemporary, Thomas Moore, to the work of a number of poets born about the time of Yeats's death. A feature of the anthology is the body of new translations by Thomas Kinsella. Versions have been used, where appropriate, from his 1981 publication, Poems of the Dispossessed: 1600-1900 (with The Midnight Court now completed) but new versions have been made for all other parts of the work. These amount to a significant new selection: of the early poetry (with some poems from the Latin), of four centuries of bardic poetry, and of a nubmer of modern poems. About the Editor: Thomas Kinsella, poet and translator, divides his time between Dublin and Philadelphia, where he is Professor of English at Temple University. Among his publications are the Tain (1969), Poems 1956-1973, Peppercanister Poems 1972-1978, An Duanaire: Poems of the Dispossessed 1600-1900, and Songs of the Psyche and Her Vertical Smile (1985). Features: A magnificent new collection of Irish verse that treats the tradition as a unified whole Spans the body of poetry from the pre-Christian era to the present Contains new translations of much verse originally written in Irish |
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227 Her Voice Could Not Be Softer Suddenly in the dark wood She turned from my arms and cried As if her soul were lost , And O too late I knew , Although the blame was mine , Her voice could not be softer When she told it in confession ...
227 Her Voice Could Not Be Softer Suddenly in the dark wood She turned from my arms and cried As if her soul were lost , And O too late I knew , Although the blame was mine , Her voice could not be softer When she told it in confession ...
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The day of course is fine And a grown - up voice cries Play ! The mallet slowly swings , Then crack , a great gong booms from the dog - dark hall and the ball Skims forward through the hoop and then through the next and then Through ...
The day of course is fine And a grown - up voice cries Play ! The mallet slowly swings , Then crack , a great gong booms from the dog - dark hall and the ball Skims forward through the hoop and then through the next and then Through ...
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His reputation remains largely hidden , despite such clear and open poetry as ' Little Elegy ' - or the long poem Memoirs of a Turcoman Diplomat where the voice ( obviously speaking close to Devlin's own ) gives access to a restless and ...
His reputation remains largely hidden , despite such clear and open poetry as ' Little Elegy ' - or the long poem Memoirs of a Turcoman Diplomat where the voice ( obviously speaking close to Devlin's own ) gives access to a restless and ...
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TO THE SIXTH CENTURY | 3 |
From the Latin | 9 |
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