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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.
Eamon Grennan
melpryorpoetry: Eamon Grennan’s magnificent dead mother as pumpkin poem TOTEM for Halloween.
DanMulhall: all our household effects
are strictly diminished, pared down
to brilliant miniatures
of themselves - the daily
ineluctable clutter of our lives
contained, clarified, fixed in place
and luminous in ordinary light
as if seen once and for all
by Jan Steen or Vermeer.
Eamon Grennan
Dominicanyogi: 5 of 5 stars to Plainchant by Eamon Grennan
TheGalleryPress: Three new poetry titles from The Gallery Press.
Eamon at 80 - a celebration of Eamon Grennan and new collections from Sara Berkeley (The Last Cold Day) and Tom French (Company).
More info at:
TheGalleryPress: Michelle O'Sullivan's poem, 'Then the Hare' from Eamon at 80 — a Celebration of Eamon Grennan by fellow poets and friends from Ireland and the US — presented to Eamon Grennan by Peter Fallon at a surprise gathering held at Clifden Arts Festival earlier today.
alexbilz: 'sudden dark' by the Irish poet of ecstasy Eamon Grennan from his book 'There Now' written in remembrance of the great Seamus Heaney.
'out of the ordinary into the marvellous' is a powerful line -- it could be repurposed into an epitaph.
winningwriters: "With Ant and Celan", a poem by Eamon Grennan |
RedHenPress: Irish poet Eamon Grennan's PLAINCHANT is now available in the U.S. for the first time! In the interview below, we discuss how the Irish countryside and his time at boarding school influenced his poetry.
staciemichelle: “…the oracle goes quiet and we proceed, taking this good day as nourishment—our human viaticum for the ongoing uphill journey—and going on with it.”
-from ‘Two Walking’ by Eamon Grennan, PLAINCHANT (2022, Red Hen Press)
RedHenPress: Happy Pub Day to PLAINCHANT by Eamon Grennan, a collection of poems that prompt and deepen our attention to the world! Pick up a copy here:
RedHenPress: Eamon Grennan's poetry in PLAINCHANT is "delightful and sonically textured" according to a review in Publishers Weekly! Read the review here:
DanMulhall: Rain-swollen,the small stream
twists between slippery rocks.
That’s all there’s to it, spilling
its own sound onto the sand.
In one breath, one wink, all this
melts to an element in my blood.
And still it’s possible to go on
simply living
as if nothing had happened
Eamon Grennan
BurlHorniachek: Article on Giacomo Leopardi. The two best translations into English are by Eamon Grennan and Jonathan Galassi.
VQR: “Later they’ll ascend the bed again / and their cries will fly out the window: / horses will look up, hearing them” — on the first day of April, read poetry from Eamon Grennan from our Winter 1998 issue.
poemtoday: Tom Raworth and Eamon Grennan ...
cross_davis: Oh wee! First class done & in the books! Shared poems about red dresses(Kim Addonizio), maggots(Yusef Komunyakaa) studying the masters (Lucille Clifton), and finding what matters (Eamon Grennan). Can’t wait to read their work!
AGNIMagazine: Otherwise all is ripple or glitter, is flat, ruffled, scumbled, roughed up, and in this nameless colour—that isn’t grey, or white, but like light itself turned to a screen of dust...
~from "From the Train"
by Eamon Grennan
AGNI 63
AHA1R: Bee Fuchsia by Eamon Grennan
rabihalameddine: Poem of the day before:
Bee Fuchsia by Eamon Grennan
rabihalameddine: Yesterday's poem:
Bee Fuchsia by Eamon Grennan
rabihalameddine: Today's poem:
Bee Fuchsia by Eamon Grennan
ohseafarer: This is one of the poems that VENDRÁ LA MUERTE Y TENDRÁ TUS OJOS is loosely based on! And it was translated by Eamon Grennan, who wrote another of my favorite poems, Jewel Box
kjavadizadeh: Eamon Grennan. “Then you simply leave it be. / It’s on its own now, leading its mysterious / Hungry life, becoming more itself by the minute, / Like a child grown up, growing strange.”
robin_ep_myers: Eamon Grennan begins his poem "Steady Now" like this:
Although things vanish, are what mark our vanishing,
we still hold on to them--ballast against the updraft
of oblivion--as I hold on to this umbrella in a world of rain,
. . . Like! That!
ZoeBrooks2: Poetry highlight 2021 Day 3. I heard Eamon Grennan read alongside Sean Hewitt at the Cork Int Poetry Festival. Eamon Grennan was new to me. After hearing his amazing landscape poetry I bought this his latest book, I then immediately bought and read two other books by him.
DianeMehta: "whatever brings the words out /in their summer dresses—and you can hear the crow's black/scavenger guffawing, egg- and offal-scoffer, comedian of windspin, so all of a sudden you rush your kingdom-come, the two of you, insects shedding your dry, chitinous skins." Eamon Grennan
YaleReview: "liminal and
brimming with possibility, as if some
hapless ghost shook off the grave
that stayed it from ordinary light"
—Eamon Grennan
YaleReview: "But fair enough, I think, to
stand even for an instant in this in-
between place— liminal and
brimming with possibility, as if some
hapless ghost shook off the grave"
—Eamon Grennan
edwarddrogeham: Eamon Grennan
DanMulhall: Balmy as summer. It won’t last.
The wind is idling somewhere
Out to sea,making its mind up.
No bells.Silence is a state of grace.
From here the farmers’ cottages
Are barnacles,limewhite,
Jutting from the lumpy plum-blue hill.
For once the birds seem unwary, careless
Eamon Grennan
user46639: panel of horses in the chauvet cave, france
excerpt: the cave painters (eamon grennan)
DanMulhall: .. they see we keep, instinctively, our
distance, sharing this air where a few last shards of
daylight still glitter in little meltpools or spread a skin
of brightness on the ice, the ice stiffening towards midnight
under the clean magnesium burn of a first star.
Eamon Grennan
YaleReview: "as if some
hapless ghost shook off the grave
that stayed it from ordinary light and
time and space, and offered itself up
in our here and now, making the day
stop beating quotidian time and hold
its breath"
—Eamon Grennan
CarolineBirdUK: Thinking about this Eamon Grennan quote again today...
seanehewitt: Saturday 15th, 9pm, Cork Poetry Festival
KevinLaskey: So I brought in this poem "Oystercatchers in Flight" by Eamon Grennan, and the beginnings of a solo melodic line. Jim began to read the text and his mouth curled in an impish grin.
rajoyceUCB: —Eamon Grennan, "The Cave Painters"
calliekimball: “Two Gathering” by Eamon Grennan. I read it aloud each year and weep openly.
eileenchongpoet: about their business, and I began to understand
how a poem can happen: you have your eye on a small
elusive detail, pursuing its music, when a terrible truth
strikes and your heart cries out, being carried off.’
Eamon Grennan
DianeMehta: "being all noise for which no words will manage
though all is language settling and unsettling the world" Eamon Grennan World Word
VQR: Cold? Stay indoors & read Crows in Snow by Eamon Grennan, from our Winter 1998 issue.
“Yesterday, when the snow / was starting, which has continued ever since / drifting and building up [...] as if it wished to bury us all and all our rattled lives”
IrishLitTimes: The Poetry Programme- Eamon Grennan
BGuiton: The Poetry Programme returns with Eamon Grennan & Irish PEN
ojalart: Free in this week’s Redux: work by Stephen Sondheim, Sigrid Nunez, and Eamon Grennan.
parisreview: Free in this week’s Redux: work by Stephen Sondheim, Sigrid Nunez, and Eamon Grennan.
ojalart: Free in this week’s Redux: work by Stephen Sondheim, Sigrid Nunez, and Eamon Grennan.
parisreview: Free in this week’s Redux: work by Stephen Sondheim, Sigrid Nunez, and Eamon Grennan.
DavidWooPoet: Short poem about suprasternal notches by the Irish poet Eamon Grennan. As I read it, I wanted to tell him to reread Michael Ondaatje, where I learned the term, but then his poem might have become a “nonoccurrence.”
LewisBuxton93: Can anyone send me a picture/document of Sea Dog by Eamon Grennan?
Would be very much appreciated.
TheGalleryPress: “Above all, this collection - one of the best Irish collections of the year - offers moments of magnificent solace” — Seán Hewitt on Eamon Grennan’s Plainchant.
MartinDoyleIT: Seán Hewitt reviews David Morley, Fury; Eamon Grennan, Plainchant; Kerry Hardie, Where Now Begins
TheGalleryPress: Seán Lysaght and Eamon Grennan greatly appreciated by Michael Viney here. Another Life: Poets bring me to places I cannot now go
Network_Easy: Another Life: Poets bring me to places I cannot now go: Michael Viney visits Nephin with Sean Lysaght, Connemara with Eamon Grennan
conorgrennan: My dad’s new book of poetry, the Irish edition just published! I’m not at all bitter that he has a Wikipedia page (Eamon Grennan) and I don’t.
ConorLinnie: 'when summer happens, you'd almost see the
long silver ribbons of song the bird
braids as if binding lit air to earth'
...Eamon Grennan communing with the lark in his stunning new collection Plainchant
dreamingbulb: ‘Facts of Life, Ballymoney’ by Eamon Grennan
MartinDoyleIT: Eamon Grennan: “And as cold, sad and grief-struck as we have to be at his going, I know for certain that the peerless poise, wit, articulate intelligence, and sheer heart of his marvellous poems will go on making their own kind of Mahon-warmth in the cold”
barbkiser: Eamon Grennan! He used to teach poetry at Vassar - sadly, I never managed to take one of his classes, but how nice to be reminded of his lovely work.
MartinDoyleIT: I don’t suppose you will read a better sentence today than this below by poet Eamon Grennan
seanehewitt: from Eamon Grennan’s “Plainchant”, just out from Gallery Press
Crowpuppy: Poets On Couches: Tess Taylor Reads Eamon Grennan
CPMacCarthy: Delighted to discover Eamon Grennan's lines here!
IrishLitTimes: Gallery at 50: Episode Four-readings by Eamon Grennan, Kerry Hardie and Tom French.
mattressmick: I think Eamon Ryan would look great on a Irish Made pocket sprung Mattresses with memory foam. We can arrange delivery to the Dail . Cheers
poemtoday: Tom Leonard and Eamon Grennan....
candyschwartz: Dropping books in nearby Little Free Library I noticed a box on the side labelled “Poetry”. Took a poem out - The Bat, by Irish poet Eamon Grennan. I can see why someone felt strongly enough to put copies of this in that box. The last 7 lines!!
barbmilne: 'Summer Evening' Eamon Grennan
"A spear of zinc light wounds stone and water,
stripping the scarlet fuchsia bells and yellow buttercups"
HobanGirl: Pain, even a single grain of it
anywhere in the body
is a kind of stop and focus,
turning us to pure attention,
as may happen
with some small invisible
winged thing singing in the thick of hedges.
— Eamon Grennan, Musical Interlude
POETSorg: and the discreet one-note charm
of the willow warbler wishing itself
into invisibility between sally trees
—Eamon Grennan
HowardFricker: Check out this tweet from POETSorg:
Thirteen
Her Junior High School graduation:
she’s singing alone
in front of the lot of us—
—Eamon Grennan
Browse…
HowardFricker: Check out this tweet from POETSorg:
Thirteen
Her Junior High School graduation:
she’s singing alone
in front of the lot of us—
—Eamon Grennan
Browse…
POETSorg: Thirteen
Her Junior High School graduation:
she’s singing alone
in front of the lot of us—
—Eamon Grennan
Browse poems like "from Pieces of Kate" for graduation:
parisreview: “Musical Interlude” by Eamon Grennan -
AmyHildrethChen: Anyone else wanting to redecorate their place? I'm sorry to admit that I'm tired of my beautifully framed broadsides by Billy Collins, Eamon Grennan, etc.
MartinDoyleIT: Eamon Grennan on Connemara by Tim Robinson RIP: Robinson is our renaissance landscape man. Cartographer, mythographer, cultural historian, mathematician, natural scientist, local explorer, controversialist and sceptic...
vickimiko: Cat Scat, by Eamon Grennan - Poem 116 | Poetry 180: A Poem a Day for American High Schools, Hosted by Billy Collins
"The Magic Flute! What a joy it is, I feel, and wonder (to end this little scat) does , or can, the cat."
SteveCampbellNe: . . .
Rain-swollen, the small stream
twists between slippery rocks.
That’s all there’s to it, spilling
it’s own sound onto the sand.
. . .
Eamon Grennan
BallynahinchCas: Join the Curlew Theatre Company on January 26th for "The Muse and Mr Yeats". A Play For Voices which was devised and directed by Eamon Grennan. See
wanderingsag: My shadow on the path
skinned with grainy radiance
as I make my way back
to my own place
among the trees, a host of fireflies
in fragrant silence and native ease
pricking the dark around me
with their pulse of light
~Eamon Grennan
Terrainorg: Announcing the 2020
vickimiko: One Morning, by Eamon Grennan - Poem 030 | Poetry 180: A Poem a Day for American High Schools
"This was the morning after your dream of dying, of being held and told it didn't matter. A butterfly went jinking over the wave-silky stones,..."
rajoyceUCB: — Eamon Grennan, “After Violence”
winningwriters: "Rain Cows" by Eamon Grennan |
Heideggram: Lark-Luster by Eamon Grennan. As Kermit almost said, why are there so many poems about larks?
RedmondMichael: The Cave Painters by Eamon Grennan
iseehawksinla: Eamon Grennan on parenting and daughters growing up
IrishLitTimes: Lark-Luster by Eamon Grennan | Poetry Magazine
YaleReview: Shadowy figures await in Eamon Grennan's poem "Summer Visitation." Read it here (available as PDF download):
slowdownshow: What over the gable end and high up under tangled cloud / that the raven might be saying to its tumble-soaring mate
Take a moment to slow down with “World Word” by Eamon Grennan:
slowdownshow: “Today’s poem alerts me to the wonder, the logic, and the largeness of the world with all its daily miracles—miracles language as we know it falls just shy of reaching,” says Tracy.
Listen to “World Word” by Eamon Grennan:
joshcorey: One of my most privileged moments at Vassar was getting to go over the drafts of Bishop’s “One Art” in Eamon Grennan’s poetry class. They went on for almost a hundred pages! It’s way beyond perfectionism.
wordandmovement: See how our big world turns tiny and upside down in raindrops
Eamon Grennan
After Rain
Terrainorg: Five Poems by Eamon Grennan
mlnangalama: POEM: “Gone” by Eamon Grennan
Gone
The little house grows quiet now she’s gone from it—
so he’ll set small orange embers of montbretia in a vase
before the bedroom mirror although its petals can behold
no more than themselves in the cold truth-telling…
