“I began to watch places with an interest so exact it might have been memory. There was that street corner, with the small newsagent which sold copies of the Irish Independent and honeycomb toffee in summer. I could imagine myself… — Eavan Boland Copy Share Image
I had studied Irish history. I had read speeches from the dock. I had tried to fuse the vivid past of my nation with the lost spaces of my childhood. I had learned the battles, the ballads, the defeats. It… — Eavan Boland Copy Share Image
I didn't know how to weigh ideas about poetry. Nothing in the life I lived as a student - and later as wife and… — Eavan Boland Copy Share Image
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… — Eavan Boland Copy Share Image
I loved the illusion, the conviction, the desire - whatever you want to call it - that the words were agents rather than extensions… — Eavan Boland Copy Share Image
When I was young, I struggled with authorship: with everything the word meant and failed to mean. Irish poetry was heavy with custom. Sometimes… — Eavan Boland Copy Share Image
One of the things women poets have been engaged in - among the other things they've been doing - is revising parts of the… — Eavan Boland Copy Share Image
In those years of the Fifties, in London and New York, I lived, without knowing it, in a time when the profoundest changes were… — Eavan Boland Copy Share Image
I began to write in an enclosed, self-confident literary culture. The poet's life stood in a burnished light in the Ireland of that time.… — Eavan Boland Copy Share Image
As far as I was concerned, it was the absence of women in the poetic tradition which allowed women in the poems to be… — Eavan Boland Copy Share Image
I had started writing as a poet in a closed, post-Revival, claustrophobic world, where the shadows of the national upheaval and the intense effort… — Eavan Boland Copy Share Image
