Eamon Grennan
Who is Eamon Grennan
Eamon Grennan (born 1941) is an Irish poet born in Dublin. He has lived in the United States, except for brief periods, since 1964. He was the Dexter M. Ferry Jr. Professor of English at Vassar College until his retirement in 2004.
Biography
Though his Irish roots are clear in his poetry, Grennan has an international sense of literary tradition. He has cited as influences American poets including Robert Frost and Elizabeth Bishop (herself an international poet with ties to the U.S., Canada, and Brazil). In addition to writing poetry, he has translated Giacomo Leopardi and—with his wife, Vassar classicist Rachel Kitzinger—Sophocles's Oedipus at Colonus.
Grennan studied at University College, Dublin, where he met poets Derek Mahon and Eavan Boland, and a...
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Eamon Grennan Poems
- One Morning
Looking for distinctive stones, I found the dead otter
rotting by the tideline, and carried all day the scent of this savage
valediction. That headlong high sound the oystercatcher makes
came echoing through the rocky cove
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- The Cave Painters
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- Untitled: Back They Sputter
Back they sputter like the fires of love, the bees to their broken home
Which they're putting together again for dear life, knowing nothing
Of the heart beating under their floorboards, besieged here, seeking
A life of its own. All day their brisk shadows zigzag and flicker...
- Art
The whole chorus saying only one thing: look
at what goes, where we stand in the midst of it:
Golden eyes of the beginning, deep patience
of the end. Stone-deaf, the rocks in silence...
- On A Cape May Warbler Who Flew Against My Window
She's stopped in her southern tracks
Brought haply to this hard knock
When she shoots from the tall spruce
And snaps her neck on the glass....
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- Adriennecrezo: eamon grennan's discussion of otherness and the "camoflage of invisibility" is very interesting!
- Jsrichman: eamon grennan on the irish coast to wake you up. (just a bit)
- Gbclarkson: houseplants in winter
their survival seems an open question:
i make a mess of watering, prune
without discretion, grieve over the leaf
whose borders burn and curl. their
fresh petals a perpetual surprise--
minute coral hearts, magnesium stars...
eamon grennan
- Poemakontsa: to the moon
giacomo leopardi
on the moon and remembrance of things past.
to the heartbroken
(tr. eamon grennan)
now that the year has come full circle,
i remember climbing this hill, heartbroken,
to gaze up at the graceful sight of you,
and how you hung then above those woods
- Danmulhall: i want his delicate balance, his
sturdy, sane, domesticated grace.
…
equilibrist of spirit, solid nerve.
crowblack and solemn, he holds himself together,
between limegreen ice & coral air.
beyond his ken, out of the picture,
the fixed stars hold him fast.
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